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It's Matt I've been rad in Baghdad Your wrist sad, your bitch look like Sinbad The new whip, the bricks ask who did that This crew shit, your whole team like sit back Supercalifragilistic, crazy kid of liquor twisted Known to leave the party on a Harley with a bitch that gets it I don't have an army but I'm barmy with the new ballistics Got a bitch like barbie, she like Raris and a mealy ticket So keep boy you looking like a free pass, of like three parts of the gas in a B class Knees tucked, way I flip them I don't need glasses I got big boy bars you got little starters I don't really wanna come and kill the game, cause I've got three strikes and I can't face the charges I don't ever think I'll really be the same as the lames and the fakes and the heartless (When I get started) I could fucking sneeze and yet still with ease Prove I'm better than a lot of other peeps I say Rest In Peace to my enemies And stop feeding fakes with my energy F*ck AUD and that AU bitch I won't shout you out on my shit for free Industry is always full of fakes And I got what it takes to get these gutters clean Silly underrated but debating if I post up on the gram I hope they click up on my baiting Then I'll send a pic of my dick, and pretend is wasn't my shit To keep the clout on my side, and get ratings I don't need Tinder I'm a kinder surprise I want ten bad bitches with the wonderfull thighs Call me king egg for the way that I'm fried You can hit my DM but I barely reply