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Aye, the pistol on me, but my vision cloudy
Keep the glitz around me, he don't know shit about me
Oh, you a rich nigga?
Let it hit, rip through the Audi
Hit up lil folks, 400, when I die, dip through Cali
Bitches know me, niggas too, no Mick Foley, who is you?
How many niggas you got wit' you?
If it's more than like three, then I'm shooting a few
You lookin', who?
Bitch, we hit your roof with this shit
Knock a goof off his shit, knock your tooth loose and shit
I don't gotta brag, he ain't got no bag
He act like a fag, the body hit, get dragged, get it?
I finna pull out the mag and then rip it
The semi become automatic, I switch it
Get sent your location, I'm mapping it instant
I clap from a distance, the spaz keep missing
Ten cap drilling shit had me tripping
And I'm on the low, so imagine me slipping
And she wanna fly to the Vega from Britain
I told that bitch "Only if my bitch with it"
I just sent lil mama a picture, and she replied said
"You ain't fit the description"
Might fuck around and start pimpin' this
She be popping the pussy like it's a prescription
Pop like a bully, it never stop picking
Glock and the hoodie, I never stop tripping
.33 in it, I'm calling it Pippin
Be with the bad boys, call it a piston
Fuck with the gang, that's a suicide mission
You cause a premeditated affliction
In my prediction, you is a victim
Get wet with the metal, I shoot down your system
He got some caskets, fuck nigga, pick one
No I can't get in there with you, it fit one
Big gun, big drum, if you wan' get some
Only 5'8 baby giving me 6'1
She on my dick, huh, heard she got big tongue
You ain't my bitch, give a fuck if the bitch cum
Capital punishment, feeling like Big Pun
I just shoot shit with this gun, it ain't been done

Riding 'round the city with a felon, felony
I can't hear the shit that you telling, telling me
Riding 'round the city with a felon, felony
I can't hear the shit that you telling me
Aye, uh, uh
Riding 'round the city with a felon, felony
I can't hear the shit that you telling, telling me
Keep the stick, know I'm good for you like celery

Hickory dickory, blowing a blickity
No magic trick when he disappear instantly
Play with position, I show you the symmetry
Show you the energy
Usually keep it composed for my enemies
Don't even approach if you holding it timidly
I see the fuck shit in your demeanor
Uh, lil nigga, I can read you
Body language deeper, he don't get no deeper
Simplistic, we are not interested
In a collab, I want none of you niggas
Why would I stand in front of you niggas?
Why would I go and give money to niggas?
Don't even know what I done to these niggas
Yet I got bad news, I ain't done with these niggas
You can get turned, but you will get burned if you stand too long, I'm the sun of these niggas
Traumatized, I'm high plenty inside
I hope to leave a landmine where the enemy hide
Know yo semidei, I'm just sayin' you gon' remember these times
Don't you try to come by just timidly slide
Times five I high rise, I'm not acknowledging the fuck shit
Fuck sick, I got the A's I'm not the one to fuck with
I realized I'm not Kennedy guys
Like the nigga that shot John I invented these crimes, I-

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