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Tweet said this fuckin'

This fuckin'

Say the license

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Say Tweet said this

Yo, that Demi bought a snooker

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Got, uh, uh, look, look

Say Tweet said this fuckin' life shit like the Ottawa

They out that D, we pullin' over this hill stalkin' pop

He got the life, feed him that fully then his life got dunked

And I want all the beef, pull up, let my Draco bop

Two fingers for the members, lock it in their body, don't know this doubt

Them niggas ain't real killer, most of the time pure pussy the bro they got

Y'all call, bro, phone, talkin' about y'all kill me, I just blew that bitch fallin' back

True, how's in they defense? One of the 17's in five, but the ref said I was hackin'

Bro, with Kobe, Brian Moe, I was fed away, he ain't passin'

See his kid bounce out, bet he foul out, ain't no 3-5, that's the pound house

This is top prop, ain't no top nine, kitchen easy, ain't no pound town

But he next to me with a button, I got some shit that make that shake the ground sound

Come at it, man, I teach murder school

And nigga, you can't enroll if you gon' tell people you murder dudes

Nigga, the first hour ain't be cheesy, I'ma show you how to catch the kill

Second hour, I'ma see you in the gym, I'ma show you how to work the will

Third hour, this teacher legs, this for killers who pop them pills

And real life, a class like P, bro, just do the shit for the thrill

I say it's one, then it's two, then it's three, then it's four hats

Second lunch if you like the smoke

First lunch if you throw back in my trenches, I'm like the Pope

Second deal and I'll be back

I know y'all feel I don't come around, I'm just tryna get us racks

Niggas know I love my trenches, man, I'm a bro

I'll be back, bring a fuckin' meal to that bitch