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Rick Grimes

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Brought a stick inside the club, I'm tryna let a clip fly Fill the ocean with his blood that boy getting fish fried I got motion in my cup, I be sipping pink lines Only aim for neck up, hoe I feel like Rick Grimes I'ma put one in his trachea I'ma pop a x, make my vision hazier Gripping on this Tec, I ain't rolling with no safety on I wanna cut his flesh, yeah my mental getting crazier Bad hoe keep a stick in her purse I cast a hex, I'm not flawed, hoe I'm cursed Blade to his neck if he talking absurd Why wear a vest like we'd pop at your shirt Yeah, yeah All the doors are going up on the whip, suicide We airing out your crib if we in, who alive? Mixing medicine you can tell by my eyes And I kick your skull in, Cobra Kai She kept on calling, I decline Margiela drawers fit on my thigh Keep on withdrawing, till decline My mental falling all the time Yeah, all the time All the time All the time What what what If I'm in I got my strap We gon' run in through the back I'm the type to grip a pole like these people throwing cash We gon' put him in a hole like he's right up next to bat I'm the type to take your soul, raise my stick and give me that I been sniffing all this white I got bloody on my nose It's a hit for every track like I done made Rodeo What I'm rocking it's all black, what I'm wearing I don't know What I'm rocking it's all black, what I'm wearing I don't know Brought a stick inside the club, I'm tryna let a clip fly Fill the ocean with his blood that boy getting fish fried I got motion in my cup, I be sipping pink lines Only aim for neck up, hoe I feel like Rick Grimes I'ma put one in his trachea I'ma pop a x, make my vision hazier Gripping on this Tec, I ain't rolling with no safety on I wanna cut his flesh, yeah my mental getting crazier