| Fuck pusha t and anybody that love him
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| His head up his ass, I’mma have to head-butt him
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| Gut him, lil tunechi shit, weak stomach
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| It’s me, lt, like when you heat butter
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| Old pussy in a can, red is the flag
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| Fuck with me wrong I’ll put your head in your hands
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| There’d be blood everywhere, I got bloods everywhere
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| I’mma alien, I hope you ain’t the prince of bel air
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| That’s real nigga talk, these niggas speechless
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| Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features
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| Hammer on my side like I work in construction
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| Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions
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| Niggas can’t see me, not even a glimpse
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| Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps
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| South beach bitch and I tan line stupid
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| You could find me on collins like bootsy
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| I ain’t on no fuck shit, I be on that truk fit
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| Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one six
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| All I ever see is ben franklin face
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| I chase the bank, I don’t bank with chase
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| You fuckin’with some niggas that’ll murk y’all
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| Nigga you softer than a motherfuckin’nerf ball
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| Bird call, brr, what happened to that boy?
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| He was talkin’shit, we put a clap into that boy
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| Tunechi! |