| So, you right
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| Yeah, Gunner
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| Ayy, ready to die
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| But I can’t I’m too alive
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| Should’ve killed me when they tried
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| Couldn’t see me in the skies
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| When you camouflaged, eating pad thai, hahaha
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| I don’t get regular high (nah)
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| I ain’t no regular guy (no)
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| I think I want the entire planet, you can keep the American Pie (hey)
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| And you know I never lie
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| I kept the same number (ahah)
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| So when you call me (what?)
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| I pick up and say, «fuck you» (damn)
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| And I say it to your face bitch, you can run and tell it to the clique (clique)
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| Two nines in the waist (ayy)
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| My gun and my dick
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| Watch, I put it in reverse
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| Put that pussy in a hearse
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| Watch me murder with a verse
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| Put these rappers in the dirt
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| Mirror, mirror on the wall
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| Who the realest of 'em all? |
| (who?)
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| You already know the answer
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| Top Gun, fuck 'em all (ayy)
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| Y’all got ulterior motives (motives)
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| My interior designer put them cameras all around
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| So let me find out you creeping, I come and split your shit like Moses
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| My exterior is frozen
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| I’m from Cleveland, we the coldest
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| So it’s no coincidence that when you try to take a pic, it’s too much ice for
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| you to focus (ugh)
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| Riding shotty 'cause I got to roll this dope, it’s a fast road (skrrt)
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| (get off me)
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| (Girl) She got body, she look like a centerfold and her ass swole (she got it,
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| she got it, ayy), yeah
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| Feel like Gotti how I pull up on your block smoking Castro (skrrt)
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| Ayy, never hesitate to say it to your face, I’m a asshole (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy,
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| ayy)
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| Riding shotty 'cause I got to roll this dope, it’s a fast road (skrrt) |