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It’s President Lilly….don’t let me in…then we gone kick….the door….send me the beat…then that’s murder…she wrote…..Might bust down my perc…baby idont do coke….
Niggas always…be talm bout…who they smoking…lets keep it real…who you…really done smoked….
Who did…you really…get up…on real close….
Don’t worry iknow…cus you….niggas some hoes….
I got ah…bitch ina..hills in LA….she let… me do percs while …she play wit… ha nose….soon as…i get back…to the raq…I’m drose….Flashlight on…the side…of the…drake strike…a pose……
Nah first…let me…start off by saying….I been on of dem….let me stop…cus you…been knew dat doe…..
Yo bitch…ina crib…tell her friends…I’m the goat….
Play ball…. Swear this glock 26…my remote……
Nah let me …slow down…..lately niggas..been actin too crazy…..sayin I can’t..come back….that shit amaze me….In my city…they love me…just like… I’m lil baby……
We navy seals…and I’m Rodgers or Brady….shit gone…haunt me…forever what….happend to kd….Gone haunt em…down til …they face…in the pavement….switch ona glock 26….think. It’s raining……
Niggas be tough….ona net on…fake pages…..might buy…a striker… for fonem…to gangbang in….Cp…a crib…park the cars….and to hang in….glock 10milly….make a nigga…chest cave in…..
Bitch wanna fuck… cus I’m famous…..ha nigga… be hating…..bitch leave…I ain’t….doing no raking…
And yea..My move…on for 7…clean up…in ailse 7….big work…have it done…by eleven
I told….sleeze put…ball in….my hand…ima score…everytime…ask him…have I lied yet…..tell Dede…it time to…play ball….pull up….drake and FN…fuck it…finna play catch….
Green bottega…boots for my lil bitch… I paid …like a g….they look like…they for shrek…
And I been… him before… all this rap…they knew…who I was…from the burbs…to out west…
I ain’t scared….but I ain’t ready…..got acouple millions…to make….still got a few…people to I got to avenge…..they need a statute…of me ona sib….
Fuck the top… hit his ass…in the ribs…
Sit there…watch him…bleed out…let him…call all his kids…..
They tell me…no guns…all in the vids…so I tell them…they props fonem…ain’t tryna …hear it….
I Ain’t tryna…hear what…you did….cus you niggas…be cap….Mfs know …that we really…been out….
It’s like…a few seconds…left ona…clock bet I score…ion need…a screen…or a timeout….
Niggas done…been outside…for a few years….i Was tryna… catch some ….you up in the house….
Niggas don’t know …what’s it’s bout…..it’s a drought…bet we…selling it out