| All of these haters they hitting my phone
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| Nothing in person tho? |
| Leave me alone
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| All of that nonsense I will not condone
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| They get so nervous, I’m never alone
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| Walk into the studio like it’s my home
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| My empire burned so I’m calling it Rome
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| HGA inscribed on my dome
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| If you don’t wanna talk then don’t hit my phone
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| Limbo gang but our turf is heaven
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| Here is my number that triple 7
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| Take one look at me and they think I’m 11
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| They call me limbo but my name is (whoop)
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| I ain’t worried bout driving a coop
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| Spit that fire my saliva is soup
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| Ya’ll already know I be spitting that truth
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| Only got hits like I’m Babe Ruth
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| Nerf, nerf
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| They taking shots like it’s nerf
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| They really thought that it hurt
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| All you haters better skirrt, yuh (x2)
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| Nerf
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| You ain’t the first one to leave son
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| I saw that coming
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| That’s why you running
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| Go take a shot and another
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| I swear I thought we were brothers
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| I had your back
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| Thought we had eachother
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| Well now you got another
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| You ain’t the first
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| Dang that’s the worst
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| I guess that i’m cursed
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| Life going crazy like it’s rehearsed
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| Don’t tell me Limbo cannot kill a verse
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| Boy so sick that he might need a nurse
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| If I see you hating you better divert
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| All you haters just skirrt
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| Sit back lemme work
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| They taking shots like it’s Nerf
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| Run back to heaven I’m back in my turf
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| Hop on the wave yeah I’m trying to surf
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| I can see Satan and he tryna lurk
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| I don’t want yo body don’t even twerk
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| Crazy on this beat like a dork
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| I popped off like a cork, yuh
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| I build up like some torque
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| I eat a beat like it’s pork
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| Only one way not a fork
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| Nerf, nerf
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| They taking shots like it’s nerf
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| They really thought that it hurt
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| All you haters better skirrt, yuh (x2)
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| Nerf |