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LBU Trippin Red Glock 260's bitch a bleeding like a period F*ck nigga this on the game, catch run to the brains he can't remember shit One, strip a perk, then two Glock, I was in the hood just trappin Three, nigga, run up on a quim, three nigga go on the head When I'm catching on and folding it, I be on some more shit Walk shit down, in and out the booth, I'm on some gold shit They keep telling me that I'm the one, like I don't know this Lil' hoe, she grip my ankles while she ride dick on some pro shit Once you know by touching your first ten, feel like you won the medal Yeah, you fucked the first, but you ain't me, see she gon' f*ck me better You put that shit on God, your diamond's real, nigga, not going to heaven Pussy nigga, biggest fear is me and a diamond tester Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk shit down like treadmill Did this on my own, ain't nobody, she give me head still When I get into it with my bitch, gon' take it out on the ox In the hood clutching five-five-six, hope you don't think these props Feel like profit, child, I got a blitz for every fit Uh, your mouth, same hoe suck my dick, you still gon' kiss Uh, nine millimeter, hollow tip, look like a mushroom When it come to beef, bitch, we gon' eat just like a lunchroom The day you drop your ball, this me and a song No more rapping, nigga, stick to rapping, nigga I'ma stick to fucking tapping, nigga Hoe nigga, you's a bro, nigga, spoiling that hoe, nigga I know niggas who you don't know, nigga, shit on the floor, nigga I'm just talking my shit, cook shit like pizza Hoe can't swipe my Visa, you a scram Hoe can't even take dick, but she want Chanel Pussy nigga, diss me on IG, he try to D.I.E Stay out the street or get put in a C.U.P Nigga, R.I.P., go drink your pee Your hoe, she lose her sleep, cause she wish you was me Got lots of lean, lots of fucking guns, push a lot of Ps I make too much money off my music, nigga F*ck a college, check a nigga's temp F*ck that, check a nigga's diamond Check a nigga's pocket Feel a twin, he check the nigga knocking Talking bout that shit around your neck Let me go check the Fosse Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Stop the world, let me out this bitch D.N.S. Dray, nigga, f*ck your switch
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