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ive been inside this b*tch
out riding b*tch
you f*ck get the f*ck out of my way b*tch

look like my sidekick
f*ck out luck up
sending him into jail for gambling im a high b*tch

there ain’t n0body to stop me
im too much im wrecking too much havoc
look in my bag b*tch
look at my side b*tch
look at my car b*tch
i am the mad b*tch

im like mihawk
slicing up opps
i am the k!ller
yeah that is my job

walking up blocks
she finish the job
blowing heads out in the frontyard

you look wrong get the f*ck out
(yo he look goofy as sh*t)thats what im saying get the f*ck out
guns off, top off, lost cause, she sucking on my d*ck on the cop car
you stupid as sh*t
im on lean and sh*t
you like sucking d*ck
and i sip lean and sh*t

just use a rubber b*tch
dont make me f*ck you b*tch
i shoot the opps like i shoot b*tches (right in the face)
i dont trust you b*tch

i dont trust you snitches
bought 2 whole new sneakers
robbed a store, no speakers
witness dont speak snitches

nestle won’t be missing
bop it, f*cked your b*tches
tick tock, clock is ticking

your b*tch be kissing me
tongue out, mj still not missing
6 rings thats what ive been
i serve i work 21 grammies
his words make people p*ssing

money high got 10 bands in my pocket
running around around that glock in my pocket
ill tell em with my pocket rocket
ill sell em with my c*ck it
f*ckers be telling rumors around my block
they f*cking selling it
im the rapper that f*cking yo b*tch everywhere
i will be under where you wear underwear where you sleep anyday
(f*cker)
yuh
im gonna go f*ck that b*tch
im gonna thrash that b*tch
shawty gon suck this d*ck
shawty gon suck this d*ck
carti stop jailing b*tch
dont make me pull up b*tch
i put that b*tch right in his sleep
and then i f*cked his b*tch

right after she came i went up to put that b*tch to the side
watch me f*ck that b*tch like in the middle of a homicide
she think she the main b*tch but that b*tch like a f*ckin side to me
you f*ck wit me?
that lil b*tch ain’t gon f*ck wit me
so you see
i dont pay my workers they gon do it for me
racks on racks they f*ck wit me
i shoot bullets for free
i go raw, yo b*tch and me
she suckin me
i give back, i suck her sea
but it ain’t for free
10 bands in my pocket for me
she broke as he
bands on bands i tie the money with a band for bands
i got the bands from the hands of the people of the land
pass the gas, hit the gas, hit the road then we fast
i dont diet but i dive in the bags of money i got in
all emotions
these people with their emotes and their sins
got me praying up to god, praising motion
i rap for the fun and joy, thats my motive
f*ck a motive
b*tch i do this cuz i do
writing sh*t and doing boo
im clueless ,please give me clues
the love ain’t lasting like glue
i was gloom just like gru
all this sh*t is giving blues
stop, i got food, i got booze, lets just party, and i want you
random sh*t is what i do
i knock knock on your door
this not ransom, i pursue
with my tec 9 i pull up
with tears down then i shoot
her head went out with a bang
still crying, drinking bang
saw the ceiling and then bang

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