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Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer
(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)
(North, North) you mad (Northside)
(In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) yeah, yeah
(Time to go back to speak that lingo)
I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)
Runnin' these hoes just like tennis (tennis)
Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)
Block a-, block-block-block, blah
Semi-auto with the scope (scope)
I'm back in this bitch with the cult (what?)
I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (what?)
Scrim back in this bitch, better know (better know)
I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)
Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)
Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')
Come hard when you step in my yard
Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)
Off of a couple them bars (huh?)
Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)
Auto f-f-f-spittin' (grrah)
Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)
From the eses to the shottas
Lil Wetto with yoppas
Get my pills straight from the doctor
Off of the jump with my shit (yeah, pop-pop)
Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)
50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)
Smokin' that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)
OD slowly
OD slowly, OD slowly
OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)
OD slowly, OD slowly (ho)
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions)
Stop tellin' me what to think, to think (assumptions)
Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think
(Assumptions always bein' that) stop
Stop tellin' me what to think (stop)
I have become what I hate
Sad to say I saw this comin' from miles away
Too bad that it ain't a race
Coughin' my lungs out, stuck in last place