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I'm in my bag, motherfucker, I'm steppin' How you a threat, lil' bitch, you don't got Weapons You missin' playoffs, you washed like you Stephen F*ck how you feel, I think that shit pathetic Pockets too fat, that must be diabetic Don't ask who we are, bitch, I already said it Just let it be, I already let it Bitch, lose my number Yeah, you can forget it Ain't doin' nothin' if I feel disrespected New Smith and Weston, I'm catchin' a sentence I'm stealing flows like I don't care who said it I fit it in, like I'm winnin' in Tetris Give me your Venmo, bitch, I might just bless it They couldn't handle my shit in correction I'm movin' shit in a different direction Only went harder when I got arrested Got a new choppa man, I gotta test it Caught him in church, I'ma send him to heaven Shakin' the mag like that shit in an edit I'm runnin' shit in like I'm Jerome Bettis Tweaking off pills, I don't know where my head is I love my greens, but I don't f*ck with lettuce Lean in my cup, yeah I'm constantly bevvin' Senior assassin-type shit, I'ma wet him I'm in my bag, motherfucker, I'm steppin' How you a threat, lil' bitch, you don't got Weapons You missin' playoffs, you washed like you Stephen F*ck how you feel, I think that shit pathetic Pockets too fat, that must be diabetic Don't ask who we are, bitch, I already said it Just let it be, I already let it Bitch, lose my number Yeah, you can forget it Everyone get down its lyrical homicide He fucked with us and we left his traumatized Free all the brodies thats doin a lot of time Like boy you must wanna die Put you on blast now you wanna apologize? I make a hit in the autumn, then maybe the spring And thumb through a band in the summertime I thumb through a band in the summertime Shorty f*ck it I'll drop in the winter too yeah Its a lil rough now I beat myself up but I'm nothin but miserable Like bro look at me making business moves Now I dont gotta talk like a criminal Sendin these messages some are subliminal Flipping my money just like a reciprocal Making my music inside of my livin room Look at me now man this shit is incredible I'll spend a decade ahead of the schedule Spazz on the beat like I'm tweaking on edibles Don't f*ck with gang turn your ass to a vegetable You said you trapping well now boy I'm skeptical All your shit ass boy you mixing in chemicals Put her legs behind her head yeah she flexible I'm in my bag, motherfucker, I'm steppin' How you a threat, lil' bitch, you don't got Weapons You missin' playoffs, you washed like you Stephen F*ck how you feel, I think that shit pathetic Pockets too fat, that must be diabetic Don't ask who we are, bitch, I already said it Just let it be, I already let it Bitch, lose my number Yeah, you can forget it I'm in my bag, motherfucker, I'm steppin' How you a threat, lil' bitch, you don't got Weapons You missin' playoffs, you washed like you Stephen F*ck how you feel, I think that shit pathetic Pockets too fat, that must be diabetic Don't ask who we are, bitch, I already said it Just let it be, I already let it Bitch, lose my number Yeah, you can forget it Yeahs it's f*ck everybody Yeahs it's f*ck everybody F*ck everybody F*ck everybody I'm on that F*ck everybody Yeah, I'm on that F*ck everybody, I'm on that F*ck everybody, I'm on that I'm on that, F*ck everybody
Sanatçı: Abrams
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