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Sumatra Fortune and fame I tatted the Spyder coupe up with the matted chameleon paint I'm from Atlanta but me young Trevor like Chilean girls and Sicilian drank That wasn't necessary Buy me a crib with a house and a sanctuary Garage has a military Turn the timepiece up to Jeni or Ben and Jerry Aye Okay she brought a camcorder My whip is Ratchet screaming it's a transformer damn Call the soldiers out aye that's a damn order I'm blowing up like we just setting off a damn mortar You wanna talk about violence Violence to you Might be putting somebody in a figure 4 Violence to me Is taking a can of gas And pouring it on you And setting you on fire Like me or not I didn't come up here to be liked I came up here to get paid And whoever you put in front of me I'm gon' chop ya down I would like to send a special shoutout To my homeboy OJ Simpson Keep up the good work baby Two less we got to worry about You understand I'm a Soft servin' Bitch swervin' I'm mean My teeth showin' My door open The green My bitch glowin' My hair flowin' I lean Her tits showin' Overflowin' I mean I'm not a bitch boy I might f*ck your bitch boy Take your shit boy Imma run your shit boy I'm a girl toy Pull up in a 6 door Put you on the floor middle of the liquor store I'm a hard ass Put you on your damn ass Test me and blast You gon' find out real fast Jump you in masks Pull up leave em' in casts Nut and dip fast That breath gon' be your last Talkin' my shit I'm talkin' my shit That breath gon' be your last F*ck with me