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Outta Town
ShittyBoyz
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Get up, beat
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Out in town lookin' for a plug, man, my phone finna die
How much your fit cost is what I throw in the Sprite
The way I'm drivin', they might throw in the spike
Reppin' Reggie, you ain't never been blowed in your life
You be hittin' anything, you ain't got a type
Been puttin' legwork, I don't need a strike
I'll meet you at the top, I ain't scared of heights
You don't know how much I'm worth, I ain't finna fight
You don't know how much I went and spent on all this ice
Dropped a fifty on my opps, thought me on ball his life
I just be coppin' shit, won't even talk the price
Sonny, I ain't had a flask attached, but he still saw the light
What I had on me last night could've bought your life
What I had on me last night could've bought your wife
Amiris full of so much shit, I hope I brought some wipes
You gon' walk out and get sniped, I don't walk in Snipes
Like my bitch a low-key, not with a bunch of likes
Man, I'm somewhere on the top floor, you ain't seen in sight
If you ain't seen me in a while, I was gettin' right
We be really trippin' in the whips, used to be the bikes
Now we ball for real, it used to be the Tykes
You in a gang full of snitches, all I see is mice
I could make a hundred racks, I only need a mic
When I'm aimin' fifty, nine-fifty is what be in sight
All my hittin' O's to be precise
Rude fit, I don't really know how to be polite
Lil' bro cold lit, a bottom feeder like
Geeks wild, poppin' P's while we droppin' threes and Sprites
You not even from the city, you from Sterling Heights
Doggy got the tail and they ain't even read his rights
You gon' have some ups and downs, don't believe the hype
I know I would still be him if I ain't touched the mic
All his hoes ugly, doggy probably fuckin' dykes
Lil' hoe get left if she don't suck it right
Eleven hundred on my feet, these ain't no fuckin' Mikes
Flipped up my Mickey, got a nigga Donald Duckin'
This lil' bitch a kid, all she do is fuss and fight
Runnin' up a check while I'm runnin' lights
Take that lid off, boy, that's just a cup of ice
Feel like Marty in the Air Mags, bet the truck gon' fly
Bitch, I'm in here every week, you better be polite
You ain't never been in my position, I don't need advice
Ain't no givin' up now, I see an end in sight
I'll turn this into Columbine, please keep it nice
If I hit it once, bet I beat it twice
I'm on the road bustin' plays, you just seein' sights
Them bitches off-white, you see me in Mikes
Do the right thing in my shoulder, that bitch need a spike
Bitch, dog, some licks
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