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Kill 'em Wit the Wrist
Flee Lord
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Yo, CRIME, what's good?
I'm 'bout to pull up on you in a water taxi, my nigga
Lord, Lord
I had a dream that I was shakin' the feds
Woke up and smoked and made some turkey bacon with eggs
Heavy pressure like a K to the head
Lord, I'm plottin', I been watchin', waitin' patient for bread
I send a dime at you, then my slimes wrap you
My nigga crime apple grinnin' while they flyin' at you (Salute)
Uh, I spit some saga, no regular shit
I do a jux broad day before I beg on the strip (Fuck outta here)
Double cross the gang, I'll have your head on a stick
Pull out the toasters and be closer than the bread on your fist
Bark Gang ringleader, park the grey three-seater
Need cheeba, speakin' straight heat to your receiver
Government issue, youngin fell in love with pistols
Then go and clap and run inside and clean it with the tissue
I do it for the land, you only do it for the 'Gram
You gon' respect Flee, the music and the man
Still with the shits, still with your bitch
In Cali, hammers up, still twistin' sticks
All the bullshit get revealed in the mix
If rappin' don't stop, I'ma kill 'em with the wrist, uh-huh
I'ma kill 'em with the wrist
If rappin' don't stop, I'ma kill 'em with the wrist, uh-huh
I'ma kill 'em with the wrist
If rappin' don't stop, uh-huh
Gotta bubble like the geyser, otherwise it's Pfizer
The price is double, speak to Kaifa, say, "No reachin' Kaiser"
Sweet Delilah, Flee attire and the Easter lineup
I'm pretty much everything I ever aspired to be
Quietly, lames breathe they last breath and say, "God bless"
This is Lord talk, action out the German concept
The chicken said we should get low for a little
My bitches suck other bitches' clitorises and giggle
Comin' up, nothin' was simple, couldn't feel a tear trickle
Down my cheek, HNIC, track twenty-one on repeat
I had to go at the handy, touchin' sweet candy
Now I play Miami and eat Xannies, my feet sandy
My friends switchin' up, my new friends don't exist
It's loyalty over everything or you feel at home with fish
My only wish is I could bring some brothers back to life
New levels, I ain't no devil, but ghosts get sacrificed
Still with the shits, still with your bitch
In Cali, hammers up, still twistin' sticks
All the bullshit get revealed in the mix
If rappin' don't stop, I'ma kill 'em with the wrist, uh-huh
I'ma kill 'em with the wrist
If rappin' don't stop, I'ma kill 'em with the wrist, uh-huh
I'ma kill 'em with the wrist
If rappin' don't stop, uh-huh
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What happened to the cash?
I don't know
They don't tell me
They don't talk much
Yeah, people with things to hide never have much to say
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