| Iced out Glock or the iced out necklace
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| Shawty want jewels, I just want my check, bitch
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| Diamond-studded heart, so my heart beat heavy (Okay)
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| Lightweights can’t keep up, don’t disrespect me
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| I can stand real niggas, half those niggas pussy
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| Only ride with my niggas, they don’t have to prove me (Bitch)
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| All my niggas left like we read in the manga
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| Keep it in line like we cut at the barber, ayy
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| And I’m smilin', showin' out my pearly whites
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| Dripped in Christ, pink hoodie, and some fuckin' Nikes
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| Tag said «Creed,» I was born to beat this bitch
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| Changed it to «Kiki,» now I’m rappin' off the shits
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| Hit my nigga, $NOT, told that nigga, «What's the move?»
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| Carefree livin', out in Tokyo with the ghouls
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| Manhuntin' niggas, like I’m shootin' at you
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| Bye, boy, team bust a clip, pause, move
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| Ayy, and they don’t know me (What they say?)
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| And they don’t know me (I hear)
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| K, baby, and they don’t know me (Ayy, say that shit again)
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| Ayy, and they don’t know me (What you say? Ayy, ayy)
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| And they don’t know me (Say it again, ayy, ayy)
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| And they don’t know me (Let me hear, ayy, ayy)
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| And they don’t know me
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| It’s always gettin' better, eyes like an omen
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| Tribulations in my blindside, see the demons lurkin'
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| They my friends, we some bygones, let it be known
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| We not equal, y’all are peons, dirt is my friend
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| Raised me grimy wit' a pure heart, pass it to the next
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| Like you aimin' for the point guard, match a cold bitch
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| Keep it tucked in my case, bruh, choppa' with weight
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| Big Popovitch, the Skittles looks above the rainbow
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| Uh, uh, and I’m breathin' pink faces, uh
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| When I die, blue faces, uh, ayy, ayy
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| Can’t solve cold cases
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| Body in the trunk, stomp him out in my Asics
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| Girl, I’m purty, yellow diamond, Tweety, what y’all all bring?
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| Lemon tea in it 'cause this throat shit, real thirsty
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| Grindin' for a sip, 'bout my drip, uh, too dirty
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| And fresh bible verse it boycotts where the bads be
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| Started sippin' lean 'cause bronchitis ain’t act, right (It ain’t act like)
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| Got my lungs right, now I’m blowin' bagpipes (Blowin' bagpipes)
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| Test me, nigga, my name Kiki, never act right (Never act right)
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| See through the holes, see through the O’s
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| Fuck-ass nigga (Pussy-ass nigga)
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| Bitch |