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Tryna fuckin' mack but I don't even got no rizz
Heard he got wacked, he ain't even gettin' ressed
Bi- bitch I slap gold, you ain't never slap shit
Talkin' to a label, said they wanna give me bricks
Talkin' to the label, said they wanna give me benjis
Signed a dotted line, that shit's only for a single
Put my fuckin' foot up in the industry, I'm mingling
Ball swingin' in front of her face, got them jingling
Switching to the Milwaukee flow, you know you like it
Pull over the whip, tell her, shorty, get to bikin
Took the fuckin' bike, tell her, shorty, get to hikin
G- gay on the low, I ain't know that she was dykin
Thief on the low, bitch, you know that I be swipin
This that real, heat can know it's hot, it's always pipin
Twitter finger, bitch's always on the phone typin
If you know where I fuckin' stay, then slide then
Really been switchin' flows every fuckin' time
Swea-, swear that it's a feature, but I know this voice is mine
Said he tryna move a p, ain't even touch a lil' q
I ain't had no leaf, I rolled it in some honeydew
Tweaking for that clout, you see what that money do
Nah, that ain't even money, they want fame and the juice
With a four-finger slap, I bet I'll swing, hit a tooth
Real anaconda dick, I bet his bitch will strangle you
Tie him buy his feet, then the gang gon' hang his ass
Sentence you to shootin' squad, up the blicky on yo' ass
Sentence you to shootin' squad, only shootin' at the knees
N-, nigga can't walk, now he nashin' at the teeth
Smokin' gas, feel like astronaut up in the ocean
My name aint even jerkins, but she rub me like some lotion
Said my music trash, I'm like, lil' nigga, are you smokin'
I'm attachin' two damn rellas, then I'm smokin' like a Stogie
Ridin' in the range, bitch, it's hard for me to focus
Really need to change, I can't keep doin' these opiates
Riding switchin' lanes, bitch, I poke it, then I toke it