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Yeah (murder, murder)
Put the motherfuckin' bullets in the chopper
(Murder, murder)
King Lil G, Tattoo'd Guns in the building
(Murder, murder, murder, murder) yeah
I had your bitches on my Instagram Live again (again)
I never left, I'm coming from the Southside again (yeah)
They twist it up, they lickin' up my raps with Mary Jane
They pass it to me, then I slowly start to elevate
We gon' make it a 187 if you violate (yeah)
That means you send me your location if you talkin' brave (where you at?)
They wanna keep hatin', fuck what they sayin', bitch, I'm on the field (yeah)
How you gon' know if the thing is on me if it stays concealed? (Click-clack)
The demons keep talking to me in my sleep, I'm hoping I pray I live (yeah)
It all started happening when I started rapping, I was selling pills (yeah)
These bitches was crazy, they was tripping off these candy bars (oh, man)
Bitches was getting naked when I give 'em a Xanny bar
I'm official (on the hood), that's official (it's on the hood)
If you don't like it, then you bitches, press an issue (where you at?)
I'm official (yeah), that's official (yeah)
I got these ratchet bitches holdin' on my pistol (yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's a Glock (that's a Glock), that's a Rollie (that's a Rollie)
That's on God, we the ones that shot your homie (click-clack)
That's a Glock, that's a Rollie (yeah)
I told these bitches it was presidential only, hold these
You talk about me, you get put in a box
I ain't running, I'm evading the cops
What you mean, she's a regular thot?
Not important, just some regular props
I ain't trippin' if you famous or not (yeah)
We can get it if you need to get got (yeah)
We can see you if you need to get dropped
I'm in the meeting, I ain't tryna get signed (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just wanna take a trip to Milan
With two bitches, take a trip to Milan
Then go to Vegas and make five
I know you heard through the grapevine
I'ma salute with a gang sign