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Aye, what's up, ah
Aye, Griselda, dope, gang
Look, y'all don't know what to do when I show you the blueprint
I ain't water it down 'cause I didn't know you was stupid
You searchin' online for the truth that I throw in the music
I can show it and prove, I don't gotta post it to prove it (I don't)
I know how to cock it, I know how to load it and shoot it (brr)
I'm alkaline water amongst all the sodas and juices
You went from what's crackin' to what's poppin' (huh)
I beat a body then go gun shoppin'
You scared of the dark my nigga you sun blockin'
I'm hot headed, my tongue dropped in a plug socket
Take your lung pop it then I lunchbox it
I jump shot it and double pump rockets
Till my blood clot blood clottin'
Fuck stoppin' (stop)
Your man got jumped, you were just watching (stop)
I left your body in the trunk rotten
House niggas never pluck cotton
I'm just boxed in, jabbing, I'm just boxing
Jumped up, dodging
I'm from where Santa Claus ain't never come stuff stockings
You hustle to play ball, those are fucked up options
I just fucked memory lane up drunk driving
What, what, what could y'all do to me
My ex tryna put a hex on me and voodoo me
This heavy artillery
Strapped with the semi-harpoonery
I multitask, I'm lookin' at your chain
While I'm Googlin' with a pawn jewelry
I ain't with the tomfoolery
I'm Huey P. in the wrong community
On my laundry is Louis V
I burned a Moncler, Prada and Gucci tee
Inside a eulogy, I rather you than me, partner
When the shots fly and the rain falls
It's a homicide
Tell me who can you call? (Fuck the police)
When this all dies
You could be right or wrong (it don't matter)
It could be you or me (I'd rather you)
Who's ever quick on the draw
Mama pray for me
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Just pray for me (ahan, aye)
You got shooters laying all in your bushes and grass
Waiting for you so they can be took to the cash
Got you opening your safe and got you pulling out cash
And you know what happen next when he pull up his mask, nigga
The muzzle flash and the bullet it pass through your melon
Your whole shit getting put on the glass
Robbery gone bad, news bulletin flash
I laugh 'cause I'm the nigga that put up the bag, yeah
I'ma be straight as long as my mama pray for me (pray for me)
If you gon' be around, you gotta spray for me (you gotta hold me down nigga)
Gotta be solid all the way for me (what you around for?)
Real nigga, that's something you ain't gotta say for me (you already know what time it is)
My resume vouched
You was never straight, you ain't never weigh an ounce
I'm with your bitch 'bout to penetrate her mouth (huh)
I get a word, a nigga finna spray your house, motherfucker
When the shots, fly and the rain falls
It's a homicide
Tell me who can you call? (Fuck the police)
When this all dies
You could be right or wrong (it don't matter)
It could be you or me (I'd rather you)
Who's ever quick on the draw
Mama pray for me
Just pray for me (ahan, aye)
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