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Victorious!

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(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) I let the D-R-A-C-O chop his body up (whoa, whoa) Send the pieces to PO's (ha, ha-ha) I-I-I took a loss, I'ma get that shit back It's crunch time, nigga, Doritos (what? Ha) What the fuck these niggas be on? (whoa) I gotta show you fuck-niggas what we on (whoa, yeah) Flunk-ass nigga, you a peon (whoa) Tesla gon' creep, boy, shoutout Elon (whoa, yeah) Went to the A, hit Lenox, walked right across the street Fucked a bitch in a Cyan (yeah, ha, ha) Red air 40, that's ketchup (what? Yeah) But that hurricane evil dijon (har) And Wick never lose no broke boy (no) I'm a victorious nigga like Leon (ha) (And Wick never lose no broke boy, bah, whoa) (I'm a victorious nigga like Leon, whoa) Them 7.62's heat your whip, pierce your whip So you better have that AC on (ha) Finna scorch this nigga, man, torch this nigga (bah) Make his ass like he left the heat on (yeah) A-A-And lil' Rino just walked in this bitch With that rod on hip (yeah), so you know what he on (yeah) Made 85K on Tor, ain't talkin' 'bout concerts (yeah) Just ask Weiland (yeah, yeah) Told Damani, "I need me a bustdown Cartier too" (whoa) "So we can be twins" (yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa) Fuck around, pulled the Urus out, two cops get behind us (whoa) Yeah, you know we fleeing (yeah) She ask me why I spend a hundred on lunch I asked that bitch, "Do you see what I eat on?" (ha) A hunnid dollar burgers and shit You know what I'm sayin'? (whoa, whoa) I said that in a another song But you probably didn't catch that, haha (whoa) I let the D-R-A-C-O chop his body up (whoa, whoa) Send the pieces to PO's (ha, ha, ha) I-I-I took a loss, I'ma get that shit back It's crunch time, nigga, Doritos (yeah, ha, yeah) What the fuck these niggas be on? I gotta show you fuck-niggas what we on (whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah) Flunk-ass nigga, you a peon Tesla gon' creep, boy, shoutout Elon (whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah) Went to the A, hit Lenox, walked right across the street (yeah, ha) Fucked a bitch in a Cyan (ha) Red air 40, that's ketchup But that hurricane evil dijon (what? Yeah, har) And Wick never lose no broke boy (no) I'm a victorious nigga like Leon (yeah, ha, no) (Whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa)