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What, huh, yeah, they hate keb , free shy my niggah
You ain't never met that one guy with that one face
Bro say he drunk a whole pint, shit, I drunk eight
You ain't never seen that cat out, it got that one plate
Yeah, we in our bag and we heading to that one safe
Yeah, we heading to that one duffy
Shot a opp on the empty stomach, thought his head was a muffin
I put the Glock down on that box, I don't mind to Tussling
Chene tryna hold that big Glock, it got his hands struggling
Huh, all right, it got his hands fumbling
Add the pape up every day, shit, your bread crumbling
Still make my bitch suck my dick and my head funky
Shot a black nigga in his head, he a dead monkey
Beat his ass every time I see him, shouldn't have never told
Cum too fast when she ride the dick, I told her take it slow
Heart cold, 98 degrees, I got on winter coats
Nah, we ain't in that one bag, this a different flow
Told boy, got a switch on it, what you gon' do with it
Yeah, bitch, I can fuck fast, give me two minutes
Bro, this a carbon fiber top, yeah, the coupe different
No, I ain't got to stick today, I might just four Nick
My bitch slish my tires every week, cause I dick her down
Couldn't get a whole pint today, it's a two around
My bitch says she got a pint of green, I'm finna beat her down
Nevermind she got a pint of wok, I'm finna dick her down
Never stop cashin going up, this a different sound
This not no baby on a scale, this a different pound
You still fucking with that one hoe, you a different clown
I know my bitch found, out I cheated, that's a different frown
Then, she gon' ask me, who is this bitch
Close my eyes if he start busting, I ain't seen shit
Ain't got no weed right now, I know you seen a brick
Beat my bitch up, we went around, she couldn't find a ten'd
I'll drive cats, you drive rented, we are not the same
My main introduced me to my side, who the one to blame
If I hit his car with the tecc, he might lose his frame
I just fucked a groupie bitch raw, now my dick inflamed