| Info Gates on the track
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| Thank you brother
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| Shit like this drives most motherfuckers absolutely crazy
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| I’m oh so cynical and don’t throw no subliminal
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| Disses, this is a warning shot to all of y’all who’s aiming at the
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| Flock, I cock and pop at kaka
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| Might even knock your papa
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| Off the top of the roster, we peeping C notes so stop us
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| Moving too fast to clock us
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| Man you’re slow as Waka Flocka
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| Flow proper so don’t jock a
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| Psycho who’s known to shock ya
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| Used to skip school, no locker
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| Then did two quick trips to copper
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| Grateful it’s on again, I’m going in, no one can stop a
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| Stoner from chalking out
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| I’m a loner, so long I’m out, I been walking for forty nights
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| You’re right I’m on a wronger route
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| Go hammer on a ho, the bong special is cani-blow
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| And y’all pussy can’t stand it though
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| Fuck your bitch and her cameltoe, oh
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| Think it through ‘fore you push me, my plan is to get the that nookie
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| I’m seasoned to seize a rookie
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| Y’all couldn’t fuck with a pussy
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| Get wet with every weapon
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| It’s clear it’s for your protection
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| Get over here, you been living in fear of your own reflection
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| Y’all must be fucking crazy
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| I’m hollering fuck you pay me
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| More dollars and duckets daily
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| What’s wrong with y’all fucking babies
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| I’m wavy to murk a boss
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| And since maybe it’s hurting y’all
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| I get faded with Info Gates and we wait for the curtain call
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| And only death is certain, y’all are inserted, inverted clawing
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| To your vertebrae, vision is Mayans tryna hurdle walls
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| Get wet with every weapon, a vision of sheer perfection
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| Two nooses to put your neck in, couldn’t hang with us I reckon
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| The wettest shot, no method
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| All of my dogs go fetch him
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| Flow like a bat straight out of hell so folks go put your bets in
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| The blind must lead the blind
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| Step if you know the way
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| Remember shoot em down |