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When you hear the rhythm, start to move
Yeah, yeah
I'm in this bitch party
In this bitch party
I'm in this bitch party
Yeah
My brother cut checks bigger than you at the hotel, bitch
Wallet with a four and we on sad shit
Crash on me, bitch, I probably break 'fore I quit (yeah)
Tell 'em, "Swear that your buddy getting hit" (yeah)
Benny Blue still couldn't save you, brother
If it's not God, somebody gon' take you, brother
Pill down his throat, I made him, uh, s-s-stutter, uh
I want everything you made this summer
Got a cap on that magazine bleeding
Drive-by right into his chest, stop breathing
Kick him in his head until his skin start freezing
Shoot first, he told the feds he was reaching
Body still warm, got his mama still screaming
Look him in his eyes, I promise you not dreaming
That's a dead man, I promise he not sleeping
Death machine by his bed stop beeping
Yeah, I take my shirt off, the audience start grieving
B cups with a G top, start squeezing
Why the fuck these rappers always posted with policemen?
It's been fuck feds since a broke bitch was teething
Why the fuck would brokie give a fuck 'bout what you speaking?
Haters give me nothing but head, feel like Beavis
Goddamn, type of bitch that make your bros leave this
Make a GOAT fall off, my flows is too steep, it's
Treacherous, diamonds in my necklace
Fuck an A+, I'm a beast, but still the best at this
Me and Black too relevant to deal with hated sentiments
Leave you with the sentiments, all black on me, Maleficent
I could fuck her, man, but I think shawty just my preference
He know how to dance, this chopper got a move of elegant
I eat a beat like Stan, I drop a band to see a specialist
Tell me how the fuck to eat some less and be more generous
It's tetanus, y'all rusty, I can tell by how you flow
Rusty on your neck, your shit is green, my shit is gold, yeah
Shawty think I'm flirty, I'm just rocking how I go
Got that Michael Jordan jersey on my body, I'm the GOAT
Flow state, I'm learning, yo, this journey from the throat
Chick-fil-A, I'm really serving swag, you need to get your own
Bitch, I'm beating on my wrist and neck, I think it need more chrome
We like Jergens, way too smooth for comfy, really in my zone
We the throne, bitch, bro
Benny Blue still couldn't save you, brother
If it's not God, somebody gon' take you, brother (oh, no)
Pill down his throat, I made him, uh, s-s-stutter, uh
I want everything you made this summer (oh, mm)