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No cap Keep my 40 on me For a fake nikka I got murder on my mind Feel like I’m melly nikka Cross me wrong And get hit right Without a caution You not a boss You a runner Quit all that talkin Catch me dolo Stackin chicken Fuckin bitches This dick ain’t for free So they pay me like tuition Keep on wishin I ain’t goin six feet under These hollows will have yo fam Dressed up like it’s Sunday service Real nervous Everytime I send a fire pack Feel like they watchin me Make sho you call the Bama trap don’t double back Wen I got money on the line I don’t repeat myself hear me the first time I don’t smoke weed Just drink a lil Hennessy If the bitch is bad I tell her baby bien ahkey Out of Mexico She say she from Jalisco She got a plug on the dope And It’s ready for the low A introvert So I don’t f*ck wit to many ppl Some call me evil But f*ck it That’s my demeanor Bitch I’m single Out here fuckin Bad bitches wit money Nikkaz bummy We laughin at you Bruh the shit is funny On a side note Watt you need Tell me watt you need I got the pills, I got the pow, I got trees I Don’t do half’s You got to get it by the P You got to get a boat If you boppin from me That’s on the gang Fake nikkaz You can not hang Down imperial Head on a swivel Slidin wit that thang I’m in a benz My brother right behind me In a scatpack Her nikka hit her phone Like bruh I want my bitch back I don’t want her Just got this bad bitch From Medellin She got a plug on the pow And it’s squeaky clean Got to get my passport Next flight is a go Just found a great price on that hella pure coke