| Damn, damn
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| Ayy, turn the autotune off this
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| Yeah, gun on my hip
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| One in the head
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| Ten in the clip
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| R.I.P. |
| Pop Smoke, niggas really ain’t shit
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| That’s why I’m in the trap and I’m anxious
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| She saw me in public, got to fainting
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| I’m so high, forgot I was famous
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| Channel 6, bitch, make a nigga famous
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| My whole fucking gang known for aiming
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| Another nigga died then they get to blaming
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| You wanna run the trap, you gotta have patience
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| Take a nigga down, fuck up his vacation
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| I need a bad bitch, no, she can’t be basic
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| Why these niggas on that fake shit?
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| You just forcing me to take shit
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| In that drop-top Masi', you know I’ma speed
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| Big-ass chopper, it sound like Lil Keed
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| Braids in my hair but I ain’t Lil Yachty so I won’t get beads
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| I’ll put a nigga right on say cheese
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| The Glock take a picture but it say cheese
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| You know I won’t surrender if the police say freeze
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| Can’t trust the plug why I’m freezing my lean
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| You only big and bad, nigga, when you with your team
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| That chopper sing like it’s Marceline
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| Put my mask on, I’m looking like Scream
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| I got a Glock with a fucking red beam
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| Get out the trap, nigga, get paid off streams
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| You know I’m double down anywhere
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| She tryna see my Ethika underwear
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| Feel like Drake, told 'em take care
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| Me with a stick, that’s your worst nightmare
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| Designer shit on the footwear
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| You know I got that stick, better beware
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| And I keep that stick, nigga, everywhere
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| I hit 'em with that stick, he better say a pray
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| And I’m with your bitch having an affair
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| I’m hopping in a foreign, you got a taxi fare
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| Bitch-ass nigga, I know that you scared
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| These niggas be softer than a teddy bear
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| Nigga, I don’t rock
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| You know I’m rocking fucking Moncler
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| Can’t be around me if you scared
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| You can’t be around me smoking squares
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| My ice got me walking on water
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| And next thing you know, I’m walking on air
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| Say that I’m broke, nigga, I’m like where
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| You know I won’t snitch, I’d rather electric chair |