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Yo skinny you wildin n***a I don't like a**uming B*t*h, is we gon' f**k or not? Brain Professor X, I'm boutta hit it like a Juggernaut Ben Wallace, in the paint you see me hug the block Larry Bird, ain't no warm up we going up a shot Bam bam, I was young, I used to hustle rocks Freaky hoes! They was on me, they gon' suck a lot See that n***a open, I got shooters like the NBA (Of course!) Me and Jeesh gon' slide up in his b*t*h just like we kid n' play She gon' ride the meat, she on the bench like she don't ever play She seen the way I live, I told that b*t*h to sign an NDA! Old money, said he got notes, they was handwritten We set him up, trust it got em' looking at his man different Stupid n***a, caught him talking sh*t, now his hands missin Deuce up to his head, dissappear, instant transmission If I slide out bet somebody's son ain't coming home tonight I can barely lift thirty pounds, I use the chrome to fight (Stupid a**) I ain't whipping Tesla boy I'm used to gas Nah Shizzy, let em' keep his d**k I'ma shoot his a**! Range Rover pull up to your block, we havin' a sit-down Told her I won't put a ring on her, I like big rounds Grew up church raised but if you talk, I might sin now He I'd getting spiked to the right, he can't win now Hold on, really when it comes to straps I let my brother tote Shofu slid me this I immediately opened up my notes It's 1-0, me against my haters I ain't come to throw They tried to put me in a box but they left the oven on (Keep goin'!) Why your mother gone? (I took that b*t*h) All I did is what I know and now they up in arms (That's all I did!) Pu**y run along (Get the f**k out!) I haven't stopped nun' for a hoe Boy I keep f**king going (Yessir) Where I'm from throw up 5-6 and then keep up the 1, stupid Scam likely, make a call and they gon let it ring He gon get a halo, he an angel Let him spread his wings These pussies rats, finna tell they people about anything (Come on!) I sleep peacefully, can't worry bout these petty beings Said he had a dream, we snuffed his life Now he Coretta King Good song on a playlist, if he playin we gon let it sing This super finna swipe It ain't no fox, it's doing credit schemes You dropping, huh? Boy you know that sh*t is not a threat to me Let the pistol talk We under oath, it tell the truth Folks call me the dookie man Boy I'm sh*tting in the booth They like "Why you always keep a tool?" I'm missing hella screws! He ain't no old man but when his homie died he read the news I'm finna lay him down Sweet dreams Spraying rounds Heat beams Players found Beat the team Make a sound Leave the stream Pull up with the mop, we cleaning up We finna sweep his street Might come back, wet him up again Rinse it and repeat
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