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I stay strapped like a dyke that's going to get some pussy
Run up wrong imma pop you boy I ain't no rookie
I don't go to the casino but shoutout my bookie
I ain't even go to class I was playing hooky
Out here playing hooky I couldn't even get a play
That was last year this year got more chicken than chick fi la
Paranoid I been thinking bout letting choppa spray
When I say he got hit with the dick I don't mean he gay
I don't mean he gay but he might be
I been trynna do the right thing I ain't spike lee
Running off on me that's unlikely
Sleeping with the Draco in my bed boy that's nightly
I'm letting you know don't try to fight me
Cuz I got 33 it ain't no way you finna fight these
40 hella rusty it feel like Veeze
You can try to run but you can't dodge 223s
223s hit yo sternium
Please tell me how he trynna beef I never heard of him
I got money older than Capernaum
She asked why I got candles in my closet I be burning 'em
Head shots
Leg shots
Even the body shots
Either way you finna drop
Ask how I rock
I got more clucks than a chicken spot
She asked me why I came to her spot told her I just want the top
I'm headed to the top
And I ain't finna stop
Run up and you getting dropped
Boy that's how I rock
Smith & Wesson I ain't got a Glock boy this pistol hot
I got guns that came from the swat and you just a twat
I stay strapped like a dyke that's going to get some pussy
Run up wrong imma pop you boy I ain't no rookie
I don't go to the casino but shoutout my bookie
I ain't even go to class I was playing hooky
Out here playing hooky I couldn't even get a play
That was last year this year got more chicken than chick fi la
Paranoid I been thinking bout letting choppa spray
When I say he got hit with the dick I don't mean he gay