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You've been bangin' your whole life, still a nobody
If I slide on you right now, who gon' know 'bout it? Shit
Yeah, nobody
In the trenches, I'm a gremlin, I got four bodies
You a gremlin, who you kill? Yeah, nobody
Tryna go against the don wearin' Foamposites
Got LeBron, goin' Jordan, you gon' jump, man
Wouldn't even take his chains, he be pump fakin'
Who wan' romp with the don? I'm a toe-tagger
Grim reaper in the night, I'm a soul snatcher
What we on? Is we beefin' or we chit-chattin'?
You poppin' it all on the 'Gram, we gon' chinstrap you
Million followers and none of 'em can't help you
Tell 'em jump up out the screen, I'm playin' Elvis
All headshots, but he felt it in his pelvis
You woofin' to the streets, social media can't help you
A million followers and none of 'em can't help you
Tell 'em jump up out the screen, I'm playin' Elvis
Twitter fingers, it's about to get deadly
You woofin' to the streets, social media can't help you
A million followers and none of 'em can't help you
Tell 'em jump up out the screen, I'm playin' Elvis
Twitter fingers, it's about to get deadly
I catch you in the street, social media can't help you
Social media can't help you
R.I.P.'ed his mans on social media, he tellin'
I'm a convicted felon
He add me on the 'Gram, the police always bein' messy
Lookin' for a gun, the police all up in my section
What's the message?
Workin' with the team, might as well been a detective
Wanna pull me over 'cause he say my plates from Texas
Talkin' like he know I got a stash, I feel threatened, I feel threatened
Mister expert
All up in my ear, social media is hectic
I ain't kill nobody, I ain't even finna answer
Trouble keep on callin', I ain't even finna answer
You woofin' to the streets, social media can't help you
Shit, shit, nigga got all them followers and all that
Million followers and all that, nigga
Tell 'em jump up out that screen, nigga