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Yo
He got slapped with my stick
So that points half mine
We got the drop by eight
He got
Half 9
Everybody's getting
If I rise my arm up
You don't want my savages to go bananas
You know my name rings bells
I been G from the start
Y mans in the Range, got the glee in the car
Headshots from a'close
I'm not squeezing from far
He got
On his door while he was leaving his yard
Why you gotta be a paigon?
Can't you understand we money making?
It could be us, but you don't like me getting famous
I know you happy when I make another payment
Cos' all these shop receipts were for your trainers
Got you the latest getting tired of these favours
Cos' you only like to shop inside Bottega
Saint Laurent like you Christina Aguilera
I'm seeing stars in the wraith why they hating on me
Everyone I beefs baby to me
Glizzy cost 6 but the dotty came in for cheap
Get a drop rise the mop let it rain with them sweets
Said she wants a gunman to hold her down
Sorry bae the only thing that your holding is pipe
I got beef so its only right we step to clubs 5 deep
I got the **** inside
Why's everybody rapping like they're on Tryna shoot me
I really shoot I ain't doing drills out the booth
Second pagan I slapped got peppered in the back
You never touched bro pussyhole you left him with a scratch
Your so cold it made my heart beat baraf (freezing)
Ran up half a M it only took 1 sanad
(1 year)
My broski got my 6 he keeps a qori (stick) on his garab (Back)
Yeah we riding 'round on horses this a 'rari not a farras (horse)
Wa ka shalaynaysa
(Your gonna regret this)
We got poles and we drink lean like it's Maraykanka (America)
Only TT in this bitch we don't do fentanyl
Backseat booters baby lugers make a scene
Mmm mmm