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Why your name on black and white, like you seen something
You gettin' off on Instagram like it meme something
If I load up all the V's, they gon' leave something
Why you mad at me he died, that's what he wanted
Racks shootin' over cars, you ain't seen nothin'
40 shot under my thobe it got me lean walkin'
Put a red switch on the 10 and that's a mean button
I'm C.C.B plus my bitch in Celine cousin
Labels callin', said I'm makin' noise, but stay from out them toys
I call the kia boys I need three of em Got 600 for em'
Usually it's 40 when I'm out, so I feel comfortable
Now it's 50, anytime I step, I got a button on me
I ain't never go to class, I'm poppin' out with rulers
How you claimin' you want smoke Then poppin' out
with hookahs
I'ma push up Kriss on me, I'm poppin' out with Luda
Just me and 40 hollow tips, I don't pay the shooters
They said we had hit his head but I don't know I'm clueless
Tryin' run in ACGs and now that nigga boot-less
I be all the way in the back, plus you know I'm suited
Don't you ask me bout no opps, all I know they losin'
It don't matter if you losin', don't recruit nobody
Man up, grab the belt, y'all better beat somebody
It ain't bout what you did, it's how you sleep about it
Stand over top, to see the welps, to guarantee a body
Racks just slid with the drac' he really iconic
Headtap, he got a metal plate, that nigga bionic
I'ma shoot that nigga face, you don't got remind
Boy it ain't no cap on my face, don't you fuckin' try me
This ain't a swap, baby boy, we just bought this belt
I let the dead, rest in piss, he been on the shelf
How you mad at me he died imagine how he felt
Why the fuck he come outside, the nigga killed himself
Step on him in my ricks, asking where the morty at
They say seven bodies slayed, I say it was more than that
Nigga, seven bodies laid, I can't give you more that that
Once a nigga see my name, I can't give a warning next
I'ma tear him off the frame, then go kill his brother next