| Had to break out the lab today, I came ready to spaz today
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| I don’t know what you thought, but I promise my niggas ain’t going out sad today
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| I don’t care who hurt, I don’t care who mad, these niggas gone have to wait
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| But I’m tired of talkin', I’m not tryna listen to shit that you had to say
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| It look like a death note, wrote out the list
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| Feel like a bonfire we brought the sticks
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| Just hit the dropzone reload the clip
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| We blew the house down brick after brick
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| Came with the wolfpack ya’ll brought the pigs
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| Clearly you bitch made still talking shit
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| She wanna come through she copped the lyft
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| Now she in the bedroom deep throating dick (Ayy)
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| New test subject murdered my way out the lab (Yuh)
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| My blade looking for niggas that it could stab (Yuh)
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| Yo bitch looking for penis to fill the gap
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| Feel like Donald Trump need me a pussy that I could grab (Yuh, ayy)
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| All black fit like venom (Uh)
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| My drip sick got symptoms (Uh)
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| I wanna fuck Katt Dennings
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| Bumpin Slipknot with yo bitch she a christian (Uh)
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| This flow accidental (Yuh)
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| Andrew told me kill 'em (Yuh)
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| Hit em with the AK-K-K
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| If a nigga want smoke then the AK will grill em (Yuh)
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| List of my regrets, showin' you respect
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| No, not this again, got my hands around ya neck
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| Murdered in designer drippin bloody VVS
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| Runnin' outta time, headed straight to my address
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| List of my regrets, showin' you respect
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| No, not this again, got my hands around ya neck
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| Murdered in designer drippin bloody VVS
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| Runnin' outta time, headed straight to my address, straight to my adress |