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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ay)
Ay, ay
Ay, I be in the cut, but I be posted with them shooters (uh)
They quick to grab the MAC, but wasn't good with computers (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Raw, you got the Drac', bro, just let me hold the .9
I would fuck with you, but I heard you dropped the dime
You the main reason why your dawg in a jam (huh)
You the main reason why he eatin' cheese and ham (huh)
Free my brother AP, yeah, he sittin' in that jam (yeah)
When Mister get free, you hos better let him cam
Do you really fuck with me or is it all a lie? (Huh)
If you ain't a snake, then nigga, look me in my eye (huh)
I been goin' stupid, so I'm taxin' for the feature
I used to skip class 'cause I was hunchin' on my teacher
Young fat nigga, I be eatin' real good (oh yeah)
I'm from the Muck, nigga, Dixie Fried in my hood (oh yeah)
I be snappin', nigga, don't compare me to a local (nah)
And I ain't rob that nigga, but them crackers found my social
I be goin' hard, bitch, I'm comin' off the ripple (ripple)
Nah, I ain't from Florida, bitch, I'm from the fuckin' pistol (ay)
Yellowbone, bad bitch and she had a baby
Brin' that ass here, I'm finna make you go crazy
Gorilla mindset, but your heart like poodle (what else?)
Muck baby, still eat Doritos with my noodles (what else?)
Nute hit my line and said, "Bro, you gotta make it" (Nute)
Who tryna throw that money? Throw a deal and I'ma take it
Aunt-Aunty Quanda said, "Nephew, keep on snappin'" (aunty)
Bando Bert said I should've been started rappin' (bando)
Listen close, nigga, had to get it out the mud
You a nigga, but a bitch, pussy boy, you a stud (pussy)
Oh, you ain't ate yet? Shit, I'ma feed you proper
Put this .30 to your gut and fill you up just like a Whopper (uh)
YBM, I don't fuck with the mob
And tell that pussy ass ho that she can slob on my knob (fuck her)
I be goin' dumb, stupid on the beat (uh)
Did you hear that last line? Nigga, ooh-wee (uh)
B-B-Bitch, who is you? Goddamn, that ass fat
Booty big, coochie fat, ooh, she got that thunder cat (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Bitch, I'm that dude, got the city on lock (uh)
When 12 killed Scooter, I was screamin', "Fuck the cops" (facts)
I kinda fuck with baby, so I left it in her gut
But if you love me, baby, tat my name on your butt (bling)
I don't got a body, that don't mean a nigga soft
Catch you slippin' in T-Mobile, hit you dead in the mouth
I don't rap for fame, naw, I don't rap for clout (clout)
I'm tryna get this bag, that's how we do it down South
I hit her with the pole and now she walkin' kinda funny
But yeah, she got that bag, hell yeah, she got that money
Ro-Ro-Rockin' bipolar, so I'm feelin' kinda fly
Tug with me too, hell yeah, I'm that guy, ah
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