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n***a When I touch down in your city have that bag right Bro just hit a sucka with that K, that was last night Glock 23, Gen 4 with that flashlight OG always told me, when I bust hold that strap tight Million dollar n***a round this b*t*h, I ain't average Got some million dollar n***as round me but they ain't rappin' Six hundred for a zip ask them guys, we ain't cappin' b*t*h I'm tryna ball in every way like Bo Jackson (Lil' n***a) Yeah I love that Benz, but that Hellcat the fastest Yeah that b*t*h cute, but my main she the baddest Four Five with that hit stick, but this ain't Madden Drop thirty, grab another stick and keep blastin' Been thugin' since a youngin', boy this sh*t ain't new to me d**k turned a b*t*h crazy, she like, "What you do to me?" In the trenches wit' the mags, so all my n***as moving mean f**k suckas, RIP the thugs, and forever twos and threes (n***a) This sh*t going for the high now, you can't get this sh*t for free Baby like she got a baller but ain't getting sh*t from me Yesterday I got so high thought I was sitting from a tree Who woulda thought this b*t*h could rap, she got to spittin' on the D Dreams of being at the top but yeah I know it's gon' take time I see them boys took your belongings I won't let them boys take mine And my brother brought his mask, I'm hoodie'd up like I'm Trayvon I know that sh*t be sounding good but you can't trust them, they be lyin' f**k every one of the opps, can't wait to drop 'em all Me and brodie bro just matched a four, I still ain't nodding off Your b*t*h don't even neck you, when I swooped I had her lockin' jaw And we can put the hands down, let's get some shots involved Bottle wars up in the club you know them shots involved Hell no I ain't funkin' wit' no rats, y'all getting cops involved I peeped the knife behind my back, I wasn't shocked at all Like I'm traveling with this b*t*h, no I won't drop the ball When that Glock got to spittin' n***as thought it was a AR I can make his wifey drop her drawls just off the faith card You can spit a hundred, I'll still rip 'em off for eight bars b*t*h I'm like Kobe in this booth, I'm who they can't guard And these baggies going for the low so come and cop you one Pray I'm not a victim, dang I'm sick, I damn near shot me one Your pots is not a gangsta, he a rat, you like Tekashi son She don't want a perky or a xan she want a oxy, huh?
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