| You niggas talking a lot
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| They talking way too much, my nigga
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| Man, shut the fuck up
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| Ahh
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| Nigga, I’m a beast, so I never to strangers, major
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| Trap since a youngin', niggas still rock pagers
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| Danger, I could cut you open with the razor
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| I heard you was shootin' but you missin', get ya aim up
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| Shame but see the pain
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| Thought we thought the same, but you ain’t us
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| Fuck the fame, fuck it play the game 'til we came up
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| Never change, I remain the same, niggas ain’t bussin'
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| You is strange, shawty, actin' like I ain’t nothin'
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| Do my thang in that Range, but I paint frontin'
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| I’ma slap niggas while I got my rings touchin'
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| Thought we cap, we don’t do that, boy, we ain’t bluffin'
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| Oh that’s facts? |
| You ain’t talk to me, I ain’t trustin'
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| 'Cause you pussies be some fakers
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| Haters, I just love to stunt on all my neighbors, they racist
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| Every time I pull the Bentley racin' in Masons
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| They go call the police, tryna chase us and case us
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| Marvelous, Margiela, robbin', mobbin' it, uh
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| Die for this, so I hope you don’t try no shit, but
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| Got a pistol, gotta keep a C.O.D Official
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| You talk too much, so I know when I’m ridin' with you
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| Ahh, I keep my shit to myself
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| I be flexin' too much, I be focused on my health
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| Pull up in that Autobot with autopilot stealth
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| I be on the Autobahn with Audemar and wealth
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| I just ate some edamame, edibles too sweet
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| Get 'em off me, calamari, my bitch like to eat
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| In the trap house, in the back 'bout hella pounds for cheap
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| Kill 'em all, bro, hella bodies line up in the street
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| Nigga, you could get defeat |