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Yeah
Huh?
Yeah, okay
Okay
I'm in the bit' right now, nigga
I'm on Percs, nigga, I'm booty, nigga
I got twenty thousand on me too
Hmm
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bulletproof truck, packed with switches and them hitters in it
And they five percent tint, 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
Niggas ain't on shit, they talk shit on instrumentals
Pussy play like we won't pullong, hit that blick and flip that rental
Put that Draco in his mouth, I'll fix a nigga dinner
Put his body in a river, they gon' have to go and fish him out
Plenty bad bitches, 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 the dick or not?
If she not, then kick her out
Ain't no chillin' in the spot
Huh
What you doin'?
Label callin' like, "Is you tryna trap or rap?" Uh
I'm on bullshit, I'm tryna get a rapper clapped
Uh
Take him off the map, get his ass out of here
Homerun, batter up
We gon' get him out of here
On God
Bitch, 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
Nigga tried to run, so we caught him in his back
Just like Ricky
Huh
Yellin', "Swiss cheese." Cheese
"Why you diss me?" Huh
Now it's R.I.P Huh
Ain't no comin' in this spot 'less you gettin' on your knees
This a presidential watch, it got my wrist on freeze
Huh
Better not bring your bitch around 'cause I'm a fuckin' P
And we pushin' fuckin' P's, exotic weed
And we got this shit for cheap
We pull up in SRTs to up the street
I let back the seat, let her eat
She a motherfuckin' freak for me
Huh
Hundred thousand, ain't no deal, that shit sweet to me
Huh
Ran that shit up at 17 in the streets
I can't lie, they spin 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, nigga
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, nigga, slide then
Just do it
Soon as he try to slide in, that's when his time end
Huh
Bend it over, come here, bitch, I'm tryna slide in
Come here, bitch
Then let my brother fuck her after me, he slidin' in it
Uh
Out the lot, brand new Trackhawk, we slidin' in it
Uh
And it's not rented
Uh
A hundred shots in it
Uh
A thousand on these shoes, these ain't Louis, bitch, these Gucci
Huh
Cartier my shades, I can see right through 'em
Through 'em
I see niggas fake, I know they hatin', they can't hide it
Hide it
How the fuck you make a nigga main ho your side bitch?
Treat her like a sidekick
Nigga, that's my blood, you play with him, we start a riot
Lot of shots firin'
Lot of niggas- Man, 12 ass tried to run a band
Motherfuckin' what?
Lot of niggas- Man, they listenin'
Lot of niggas dyin'
Yeah
Bulletproof truck, packed with switches and them hitters in it
And they five percent tint, you can't even see who in it
Okay
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
Niggas ain't on shit, they talk shit on instrumentals
Pussy play like we won't pull out
Hit that blick and flip that rental
Put that Draco in his mouth, I'll fix a nigga dinner
Put his body in a river, they gon' have to go and fish him out