| Nigga think he Steph Curry, boy, you Ilgauskas
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| Pop filter, bump stockin'
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| One shot turn Steve Bannon into Steve Hawking
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| R. Kelly, jiggalo, I’m dough pilin'
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| But I don’t fuck with little kids, bitch, I ain’t Woody Allen
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| Now how you let a nigga run you out your own city? |
| (Word)
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| How you never catch a win, but you catchin' feelings? |
| (Yeah)
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| I ain’t tryna have debates, I just bake bitches
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| Put a price on your head, send my niggas fishin'
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| Boy, you really Craig Mack but you think you Diddy
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| Put this fuck nigga in a bag, he the new Missy
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| How you let a **** nigga call you nigga? |
| (Psh, hahaha)
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| Uh
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| More money, less fame, push my tracks deep
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| These niggas ain’t reviewin' your music, they reviewin' you
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| Keep it to yourself, get your money, baby, keep doin' you
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| Step out of line and show these Plaxicos what the Ruger do
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| Now who is you? |
| Double barrel, twin magic
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| Hit the W, go through the roof
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| Base swell up and go through the coupe
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| Pacin' at this nigga house like Peggy finna hula hoop, uh
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| Lines around the block feel like Super Tuesday
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| Bad leather Biden, baby, we need new things
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| Makin' love to your girl, pullin' tracks out the strings
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| Pat the weave, I gotta water the soil 'fore I plant the seed
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| Lots of information in these bars and schemes
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| These niggas basic, all they know is jokes and memes
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| Now let’s face it, you hate me because you ain’t me
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| You think because I mention forums we the same type of dweeb?
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| Fifth up in your face when I catch you off-key
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| This is how it taste when you talkin', don’t read
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| Nipples on my suit, I’m lookin' for Mr. Freeze, cut the green
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| I don’t got fans, I got fiends, what you mean?
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| Show up to the studio, I’m dressed like Harley Queen
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| I don’t want no picture, give a fuck about your 'zine
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| Snitches gettin' Christian, hope you rat up on your team
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| Tell me all your secrets, pour out one Lil B
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| Tony Braxton pistol had 'em talkin' in his sleep
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| These niggas don’t rap, they incriminate on beat
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| All I do is spit facts, get money, make heat
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| Spit up in her ass, let her know that I’m a freak, don’t speak |