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Supreme
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ShooterGang Kony
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Yeah, n***a Every day, you remind me of a b*t*h, n***a Time, time to cool off Kony, look Ayy, sometimes, I just wanna argue with myself Like why you got so many phones? It's like you talkin' to yourself I'm thinkin' I got so much guala, I could buy somebody else All this water on my neck, I swear to God I'm Michael Phelps You can't beat it, pour your rent inside this two liter Won't drink it, I'm just tryna prove a point like who need it? And n***a, where your gun? I could've sworn that we was beefin' You shot him in his head, I'm thinkin', "Oh, this n***a preachin'" Fullies for a bully, man, I feel like Jimmy Hopkins I'm a shooter, I be showin' out in case somebody watchin' She got stupid combination, other words shе give me top And I got four, five, six killеrs waitin' in the lobby If a n***a try to try me, DeJ Loaf, he probably dead I'm for Cherry Clan, so when I close my eyes, I'm seein' red I was aimin' for his chest, I think I hit him in his head Like an unprepared student, he keep askin' me for lead Pull up on your spot and turn you stupid, no thizzle Like I keep change, I bounce out with four-nickels If you left the set, look at this, I don't miss you We got magazines case you n***as want an issue I'm in all black, damn, my n***a on Jimmy Kimmel They never met a problem they can't solve, it's not a riddle Don't pass that boy the ball unless you teach him how to dribble That n***a DOA, so he won't make it to the 'spital 'Fore a n***a send me beats, I'm finna slang this instrumental When it's fonk, we tryna eat, we finna pop you like some kettle Baby Kony, he the only reason I ain't in the ghetto Don't be lyin' to me, b*t*h, I know you woofin' like Geppetto Oh, you gives it for your set? You must ain't heard, we strip soldiers At your baby mamas' gettin' massages with lotion This beanie from Supreme, ironic 'cause my clique coldest Big Folgers, if that pistol go brrat, that's me blowin' We got weed by the P, heard they sent you n***as C's And it's cameras, so we sit around the corner 'til you leave You ain't never cook nobody, n***a, you ain't finna eat You had a chance to win the game, but then you blew it, Danny Green Tell the n***a say sorry and won't leave him alone He ain't never shot nobody, said he need me to show him We gon' give him twenty shots and we gon' leave you to hold him I got thirty thousand on me, you should see my opponent, huh? Yeah Yeah, n***a
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