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No Hook
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Treez Lowkey
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Hellcat, hop out with the gat, super predator My pistol black, I got magazines like an editor Your body splat, Man worry bout your team no competitor Get kidnapped, tranquilizers hit ya feel the sedative Bullets chasin' you can't even run home to your relatives Close range, hit ya two feet, like a pedicure Bitch petty, told her y'ain't need to block my cellular I tell ya what, ain't not drama bitch you know we blow ya up I'm in the cut, shoutout to my mother, raised a f*ckin' mutt Bitch I'm a dog, told ya I'm a f*ckin' mutt, don't give no f*ck I spend it all, like what's that? Benji? Alexander? That's my new coat, like a panther, got the patches. with the leather Got the black tint like a camper, and my cup dirty, like a hamper My bitch foreign I don't understand it, she was slangin' like a salamander And a lot of niggas love to slander, So I always gotta keep my hammer And your main bitch on my planters, like where the f*ck is your manners? Ask on my regular, don't hit the cellular, just hit the messenger, I got the addicts I'm countin' the money, I'm thumbing a fetty, I hop out the telsa with girls like I'm teddy Money it come and it go, went to the strip n' my pockets start bustin' confetti This money it come and it go, I want the ice on my til' it feel like a yeti P90 bullets gon' hit you, spaghetti, my shooters they bout it, they pull up, they ready I upgrade your bitch to what's patek? from chevy, I think that bitch want me, she calling me daddy Pull up and niggas start feelin' the pressure, their heart rate increasin' they palms gettin' sweaty Bullets a bullet yeah it'll give you a wedgie, my bitch diamonds wet that's a Tiffany swirley Hey, up in this bitch goin' turbo, remix the walk with the K-rolls I got your main on my payroll, I f*cked that bitch like yesterday, what you just seen was a day old Niggas really get they wig snapped, big Glock with the kickback Leave your body at the playground, where my little niggas slid at Pull off in a big cat, pull up count a big rack Ride down the street with a choppa, call that shit P90-X Pistol with a diamond grip, I add a damn extended clip I'm really bout' the friendly fire, nigga f*ck that friend-ship I'm really bout' my f*ckin' lyrics, you can check my penmanship And if you come 'round startin' drama, nigga I'm gon' end ya shit End ya shit, really end ya shit, get all in ya shit We in your crib, and we in ya bitch, really ain't shit Heard I was a asshole, but nigga y'ain't seen shit My niggas rappers, and they trappers nigga y'ain't been shit Real niggas still alive, risk county goin' five You can look me in my eyes, young nigga but I'm wise Told my little nigga mask up, cuz he ain't guaranteed twice It's real hot outside, bath towel off white On the block with my Glock, caught these niggas actin' like cops I'm known to sell some hard shit, but ain't servin' no rock Got wound up them snitch niggas always pitchin' that drop You f*ck around with young federline, you f*ck around n' get popped
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