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(You done messed up A-A-Ron)
(GX)
Yeah
(Cage got that cold)
Yeah
Fake Watch Buster can't bust me (never)
These rappers too dusty, they keepin' up a fuckrey (haha)
Marbella settings with Rusty, trust me (trust me)
These bitches used to cuss me, now, they wanna cuff me (yeah)
These rappers lookin' hungry, starvin', famish
Got two stores in Spain, and I don't even know Spanish (nah)
Bitches love a real nigga, wouldn't say I was a gyalis
But you bring your bitch around me and guarantee she gon' vanish (swear)
Yeah, I let 'em have it
Talkin' the hardest, 200K kettle when I walk in the barbers
Wanna know the trap life? Talk to the father
This ain't street corners, it's ports and the harbors (swear)
Meetings in the pub (pub), eatin' with the plug (plug)
Started in the kitchen whippin', heatin' up the grub (swear)
Now, shit's changed, six figures lookin' strange
Yeah, I love the game, shit's runnin through my veins (okay-okay)
Six figure tabs (bills), six-seven slabs (flat)
Straight out the press bit of dust, I ain't mad (no)
Fill the kettle up with carrots, that ain't VS, he's embarrassed (huh)
And we ain't shottin' draws, see the green bag, it's Harrods (yeah)
Ninety percent cappers, and no, I don't like rappers (no)
Put on trackers, only goin' to lead you to the bine (baow-baow)
Little league only goin' to leave you with a .9 (huh)
Four pipes anytime we leavin' you behind (nyoom)
Boss, so I don't mind teachin'
Diss, I'll get this .9 beatin' (bap)
Rapper and a trapper, I got five bricks, five meetings
Pattern trips regular, I'm still about that time keepin' (uh)
My nigga do you dirty then he's back in the mansion with the high ceiling (ceiling)
Six in it, all we needin' is a slight reason
Give it, thing on me, so I ain't feelin' timid (no)
Whoosh, holdin' loads to fill it, it's double digits (digits)
(You done messed up A-A-Ron)
(GX)
(Cage got that cold)