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Tune
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(That's not die lit, that's not die lit at all)
They said, "tune, how you gon' rap like this?"
"You just sliding, how yo' shit slap like this?"
I'm spitting acid on the track, the beat too sick, imma get some actavis
"You must be hacking or sumn, how you get to these flows, gotta be muhfuckin cheat codes"
Gotta be something yall lacking, ain't no konami code, this aint no shortcut, this me, hoe
Shooting, no .223- fuck, I'm glitching, I'm shooting but not no #23 though
This bitch all on my dick, she gon' deepthroat
I got her weak at the knees every week for the free, yo
All this money ain't for free, cuz time is business and my business coming wit' fees
Like after we fuck, bitch you leaving
Only my main get to- get to sleep here
Float like a muhfuckin airplane, high as a bitch and I'm coming down later, I'll switch states
Bulking, I'm tryna get big gains
I got a big plate, Zabuza build with the big blades
Brand new kit for the whip, swapping items out, GTA V ass car with the big frame
I'll swap out the items, a quick trade
Why would I go for black ice if a nigga got glacier?
They said, "tune, how you gon' rap like this?"
"You just sliding, how yo' shit slap like this?"
I'm spitting acid on the track, the beat too sick, imma get some actavis
"You must be hacking or sumn, how you get to these flows, gotta be muhfuckin cheat codes"
Gotta be something yall lacking, ain't no konami code, this aint no shortcut, this me, hoe
Spent way too much cash for this tee, hoe
Sipping peach Lipton, I'm tryna tee up on the green
Pillow talking, she know she wanted me though
Swipe, now she spillin' the tea
She tryna smoke, like damn, why you all in my green?
At least you ain't all in my wallet, in love wit the cash
I might text her later, I fuck with that ass
She said that she paid but want me to pay gas
Ain't no way that you talking bout trash, must be talmbout yourself, if I made music like you I'd crash
Nigga, crash out
What trap shit, where is the trap house
Got the gun in my bag wit the mag out
This nigga gave up got the white flag out
(And they be askin')
"Hey 'Cetti, how you here poppin like this?"
I don't know, to be honest, I'm cocky like this
I'm just playin, really just rock it like this
Rappers mocking smart, they be flopping too quick
Yall obnoxious with egos, it's not a good fit just to walk out the closet and copy the drip
Let me not talk too much, 'bout to hop in the whip, keep it pushing, no one catching me or my clique, aye
One of them leaders, yo
Coming hot like the smoke from a minigun
Got my glasses on tight, I been seeing too much, rather fixate the real at a minimum
I done took me a break, but I'm coming right back, just like Kobe and Shaq' on the lakers, yeah
Boutta drop me a tape on the date of my birth, boutta give a goodbye to this area