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Yeah, huh Yeah, okay (Okay) I'm in this b*t*h right now, n***a, I'm on Percs, n***a, I'm booted, n***a I got twenty thousand on me too Yeah, yeah Yeah, bulletproof truck packed with switches and them hitters in it And they five percent tinted, you can't even see who in it? They like, "FN ain't no rapper, he a dealer," yeah, okay They like, "FN ain't no rapper, he a killer," uh (Yeah, okay) N***as ain't on sh*t, they talk sh*t on instrumentals Pu**y play like we won't pull up, we hit that blick and flip that rental Put that Draco in his mouth, I'll fix a n***a dental Put his body in the river, they gon' have to go and fish him out Plenty bad b*t*hes, we ain't trippin', we can switch 'em out Hundred-thousand-dollar 'Woods, ain't trippin', we can switch 'em out Ho, what is you doin'? Is you tryna suck this d**k or not? If she not, then kick her out, ain't no chillin' in the spot, huh (F**k you doin'?) Label callin' like, "Is you tryna trap or rap?" Uh I'm on bullsh*t, I'm tryna get a rapper clapped, uh Take him off the map, get his a** outta here Home run, batter up, we gon' get him out of here, on God B*t*h, he ain't comin' back Six-four hemis, paper tag You know you can't run from that Jefe out the roof, he like to shoot We send a blitz and hit his running back N***a tried to run, so we caught him in his back Just like Ricky, huh, yellin', "Swiss cheese" (Cheese) Why he diss me? Huh (Me), now it's R.I.P., huh (He dead) Ain't no comin' in this spot 'less you gettin' on your knees This a presidential watch, it got my wrist on freeze Better not bring your b*t*h around 'cause I'm a f**kin' P And we pushin' f**kin' P's exotic weed, and we got this sh*t for cheap We pull up in SRTs, tear up the street I let back the seat, let her eat, she a motherf**kin' freak for me (On God) Hundred thousand ain't no deal, that sh*t sweet to me, huh (That's sweet) Ran that sh*t up at seventeen in the streets I can't lie, they sprayed our street But you best believe that we hopped out on feet With them sticks and tried to put that boy to sleep On my mama, n***a If I'm lyin', I'm dyin' then (I'm dyin' then) And I ain't dyin' then But when it's beef, we like to dine in, huh You keep postin' all these guns, n***a, slide then (Let's do it) Soon as he tried to slide in, that's when his time end, huh Bend it over, come here, b*t*h, I'm tryna slide in (Come here, b*t*h) Then let my brother f**k her after me, he slidin' in it, uh Off the lot, brand new Trackhawk, we slidin' in it, uh (Skrrt) And it's not rented, uh, a hundred shots in it (Boom, boom, boom) A thousand on these shoes, these ain't Louis, b*t*h, these Gucci, huh (Guccis) Cartier my shades, I can see right through 'em, uh (Through 'em) I see n***as fake, I know they hatin', they can't hide it (Hide it) How the f**k you make a n***a main ho your side b*t*h? Treat her like a sidekick N***a, that's my blood, you play with him, we start a riot Lot of shots firin' Lot of n***as— uh Lot of n***as— uh Lot of n***as, I can't say it, lot of n***as dyin' Yeah, bulletproof truck packed with switches and them hitters in it And they five percent tinted, you can't even see who in it? They like, "FN ain't no rapper, he a dealer," yeah, okay They like, "FN ain't no rapper, he a killer," uh (Yeah, okay) N***as ain't on sh*t, they talk sh*t on instrumentals Pu**y play like we won't pull up, we hit that blick and flip that rental Put that Draco in his mouth, I'll fix a n***a dental Put his body in the river, they gon' have to go and fish him out
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