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This shit fire out my mind Blew the tire on the chase with the Jakes I ain't doin' no motherfuckin' race Drop me off, two-by-toe, bitch, I got a cough I'm gon' need to pick me up some fuckin' silk 0525, I'ma pull up in some work, that's a perk Five milligram, got that bitch Fuckin' on my dick for the gram Run up on me, I'ma pop him in his fuckin' chin They gon' spin, double back I'ma flame up that pack, chase him down See he got a vest, so I'ma hit him in his crown He ain't no king, wipe him off a team I heard he a rat in disguise Why you rockin' all that bling? Got it from the feds Bitch, he a snitch, he a snake Cut your grass, you gon' fuckin' see He ain't shinin' for no reason Two-by-toe, I'ma pop him just for y'all I'ma shot color, but I ain't make no calls I'ma pick up the Glock and I'ma fuckin' stand tall If you ain't stand for nothin', then bitch, just sit Two-by-toe, I'ma throw up my set Three deep in my motherfuckin' V If he reachin' for this heat, I'ma fire up that shit Fire up the pack, I'ma claim that boy's hat I'ma claim his soul, like a Ghostbuster This bitch claimin' souls, run up on me, I'ma stand on my toes So I can see when they deep If you too deep, I'ma call up your team Tell him spin, double back, cause we need him in packs So we can rap about it on this fuckin' track Like a track meet, I'ma have him runnin' back Always keep a pipe, but I always act like I lack With a Smith & Wesson, that's the way of a G If he reachin', I'ma fuckin' teach him Bitch, I'm pushin' P, pushin' pounds Got three, don't make a fuckin' sound Fire off the hip, watch that boy drown Cut off his water while he ain't make no sound High up in the clouds, cause I just popped three percs Popped a Xan, just to make that shit work Drop me off, Fruity Toast, bitch, I got a cough I'ma need to pick me up some fuckin' silk 0525, I'ma put in some work, that's a perk Five milligram, got that bitch furrin' on my dick for the gram Run up on me, I'ma pop him in his fuckin' chin They gon' spin double back I'ma flame up that pack