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A'ight, bitch
Ay, free my brother
Ay, fuck all 'em opps
I keep money on me, so you know I'm finna rock out
Bitches look bleak to a whole different flow
When I get on a beat, boy, I'm walkin' in a bed of headlights
Can't get in this car with no ring
Word to Trey, rest in peace, heard you got into some feathers
Suit up and get in that car, give a fuck
If it's early in the morning, kept from tryin' to get breakfast
Stalk out a bitch nigga house, if he get off the couch, step a foot on him
On the porch, we gon' stretch 'em
Lucky the three hundred jam woulda been a headshot
Mad as fuck finna go back again
Bitches was all in the way, wanna hide behind gates
Finna turn that bitch over two gens
Bitch nigga call my bluff, we can meet up and bump
I ain't never scared to drop a pen
I'll double tap in that switch, he can't rope in this bitch
Bet a nigga won't try it again
Bumpin' that real tape, throwin' some flatback trucks
Bet them niggas ain't see this shit comin'
Three double O's, not for fuckin' shit up
Shell catch on the side, that's a proof for me thumpin'
Nigga better get out the way
We come through swing and strike
Hell nah, we ain't spittin' out a bucket
Bullets exotic, can't whip when we swaggin' them dogs
On my back, it look like a muffin
Bitch, I'm the law, my nigga
Now these hos tryna fuck off the real pair and I don't need ya
This joint gettin' hot in the bitch when it's fresh off a drip
Fuck around, it's just toddle a fever
Out on the block over ten hundred shots
Bet a nigga won't come through this bitch been a demon
Put a lil' ass on down the drip
Hit a lil' ass with some high-hats, my mouth reapin'
Show a dumbass how to play a hop
I got the spread, I'm taggin' his life in a second
I went through it fully micro-Mecca
Nigga get low, curve through then we parkin' in Chevy
Bunch a bitch down below, boy, this bitch kinda heavy