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Just poured this fucking wokesha up man
Yeah, ight
He better get out of sight
Play with us and we takin' his life
Big shit, yeah, we like playin' with pipes
Stick shift, we just gon' spin through the night
If you run, then we takin' your life
Up that bitch, then we take your pipe
This bitch going, we got her on Skype
Postin' his stick, we ain't buyin' the hype
Niggas mad we got shit up on lock
In my bag bitch I feel like I'm Brock
Bro up a pole, he ain't come here to box
She always on go she be fiendin' for cock
Punchin' saks, I just got me a snipe
Piercing his melon his shit lookin' ripe
Dr. Seuss, but I don't type
Jacking cards, but I don't swipe
Fuck who in they bag, they doin' bad and still lookin' broke
All them bitches I done had be movin' sad, but I don't mope
He got Hit look like he lagged, now he mad that he the joke
Niggas toes be gettin' tagged, we do em bad, don't need a scope
Alright
Beat the box up like Mike
Wavin' my stripe like I'm a dyke
In his mental like I'm a psych
But I'm really ballin, I got me a strike
Come on
I'm really ballin, I got me a strike
She keep on callin' blocked that hoe for the night
Niggas ain't brawlin, we hit shit up on site
Shoot with the left, but I up with the right
Standin' on biz, king of the hill
Like man who run this town?
Killed him, buried him, same day
They checkin' the lost for found
Bitch think I'm fallin' in love, but I ain't Kanye I am not bound
I'm really a shark, throw me in that deep end I will not drown
Come on