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Yeah
I let you niggas have your fifteen, but I'm runnin' next
Don't duck and run, I'm crushin' this, son, just fuck 'em and nothin' less
Used to hustle suckers for pack of Gushers and dubs of cess
And now I puff some pounds every month, I don't be fuckin' stressin'
It ain't no need to up and flex
You guide it 'til there's nothin' left
Showing no contestin', I'm just laughin' at who I'm up against
Bunch of frail fucks, bitches with they tails tucked
Hope you ain't thinkin' we believin' the things you tell us
Hope you ain't thinkin' 'bout some beefin' 'cause that's an L, bruh
Wolf Gang comin' with that pack like a mail truck
Niggas can not stop me, Doms drops kamikaze
Outloud the chop to the top notch and got it bodied
Smoother than Maserati, not in the novice lobby
Nigga watch me droppin' that constant shit that you gotta copy
Show me that shit you be on, I already got it, probably
Nigga hella cocky on my hustle, don't you fuckin' knock me
Apply pressure from all angles
To go against it is dangerous
Maintain' cause it ain't no thing to us
You niggas claimin' that famous stuff
We just stayin' the same, stackin' papers 'til the angels come
'Plyin' pressures from all angles
To go against it is dangerous
Maintain 'cause it ain't no thing to us
You niggas claimin' that famous stuff
We just stayin' the same, stackin' papers 'til the angels come
Ain't no lovin', just a thug with multiple drug habits
Rippin' wheels on automobiles with this automatic
Record label drop me, I drop the package to my niggas
Slept on some couches, chop some ounces, now I'm even richer
Straight water-whipper, that gangsta nigga, gangsta Gibbs
Under surveillance, got federal agents at the crib
Them crackers say I'm movin' thangs on airplanes
So spare me with the threats, I shot my lawyers some spare change
Them G packs, back on the streets, jack
Back in the spot, got geekers smokin' off their kneecaps