| Scooby Doo I’m goofy, I’m movie I keep it moving
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| Keep it pushing from the music to bushes ain’t nothing do me
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| Here’s some gushers for you pussies
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| You tutti frutti unruly’s ammunition for you bitches
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| You loosey bootie so goonies
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| Back up in this rapping and I’m killing all of these rappers
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| Yeah I’m cooking crush and crumble my cousin
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| I keep it cracking
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| Said I’m back up in this rapping and I’m killing all of these rappers
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| Blood who can brush and run with me buzzing
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| Let’s get it bracking
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| What is understood ain’t gotta be explained
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| So I ain’t gotta tell you, I’m a fixture in the game
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| When I can get to chopping
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| Ain’t no stopping no G shit
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| I’m for real and I’ma put that on me, bitch
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| Throw deep, gold chain in my sweatsuit
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| All flame in this thing how Scoob do
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| So fresh, and I’m 'bout to act a damn fool
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| So turnt, and I’m breaking all the damn rules
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| Shit, I’m me, bitch
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| Certified, can’t clone me, bitch
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| On me, bitch
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| I’m a five, six, seven OG, bitch
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| Break it down and get it
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| I’m with it, check the exhibit
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| Heavy lyrics being lifted and livid, the boy is gifted
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| Ain’t no difference, just don’t mix it
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| The mission, I’m here to get it
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| Ain’t no friendship
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| I don’t fuck with you bitches, I’m independent
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| Solo dolo in the paint with the pollo in them bushes
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| On the low-low, out the way of the popo
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| I be pushing
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| Say you cold, lil' homie, I’m colder with the blow
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| And smell shit when I walk through the door of that manure
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| What is understood ain’t gotta be explained
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| So I ain’t gotta tell you, I’m a fixture in the game
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| When I can get to chopping
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| Ain’t no stopping no G shit
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| I’m for real and I’ma put that on me, bitch
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| Throw deep, gold chain in my sweatsuit
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| All flame in this thing how Scoob do
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| So fresh, and I’m 'bout to act a damn fool
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| So turnt, and I’m breaking all the damn rules
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| Shit, I’m me, bitch
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| Certified, can’t clone me, bitch
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| On me, bitch
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| I’m a five, six, seven OG, bitch
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| Old head hunting for bread, you hear me nigga?
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| Yeah no risk, I’m on the edge, you fear me nigga?
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| In your chest, zip up your vest, I’m hitting niggas
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| I profess, I am the best, come get it nigga
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| I’m the sneakest that done did it
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| I’m witty, I’m with the business
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| Kansas City is you with me
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| They hear me, they going silly
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| I ain’t lying, got the heart of a lion
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| Pushing line past crime
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| But I’m one of a kind with these rhymes
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| What is understood ain’t gotta be explained
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| So I ain’t gotta tell you, I’m a fixture in the game
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| When I can get to chopping
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| Ain’t no stopping no G shit
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| I’m for real and I’ma put that on me, bitch
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| Throw deep, gold chain in my sweatsuit
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| All flame in this thing how Scoob do
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| So fresh, and I’m 'bout to act a damn fool
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| So turnt, and I’m breaking all the damn rules
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| Shit, I’m me, bitch
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| Certified, can’t clone me, bitch
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| On me, bitch
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| I’m a five, six, seven OG, bitch |