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Know some steppas out in Kansas, you can call my bluff? I took the stocky out the clip, i luv the way the drum kick. Ever since Romar died been waiting on that, ah Ayy, I wish I would have a little fear in any man It's gon' be a closed casket, boy, I'm on You till you dead Niggas think they gettin' passes, walkin' with they kids Send 200 shots through that track Hawk, finish him Gotta have paper for war, I'm militant Lil' Cudi on the hit, he call it a business trip All he know is red rum, squeeze the button till it click All I know is gettin' money, f*ck bitches, real shit I don't turn keys, I get in whips, it's all push Talk to my plug, yesterday we on foot Might push a lil' dog, keep that on the hush Niggas better stay in bounds, cross over and get shook Real talk, know some steppers out in Kansas, you can call my bluff I took the stocky out the clip, I luv the way the drum kick Ever since Romar died, been waitin' on that, ah I don't care about your mama cryin', give no f*ck Soul taker, born sinner, I'ma die rich Been havin' since I was young, I even play with pits Got a lil' bit older and start playin' with sticks Put the button in the ground, I'm gon' bury it Ayy, Pull up, send shots, spin back Know it's money on your top and I'm gon' need that What size hat you wearin', nigga, I'm tryna push it back I'm off a flat, boy, I'm rollin', it's a good batch A good bitch gon' always come back whenever I dog her out I'm gettin' comma after comma, I don't chase the clout You brought my name up to a sucka, watch your fuckin' mouth I ain't gon' say this shit again, you gon' see what I'm bout Drama time, I don't get no sleep, I'm tryna creep on some Cutty right beside me, layin' with a whole hunnid I told him, don't move until we see who with him comin And if it's just him, I'm on it, uh-uh, next subject