| Ayy
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| No kizzy, true story (Trauma Tone)
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| Huh, can’t keep watching these niggas, huh
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| 4 'nem stay in they feelings, huh
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| 5 'nem be wantin' to kill 'em, huh
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| Ayy, huh, can’t keep watching these niggas, huh
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| 4 'nem stay in they feelings, huh
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| 5 'nem be wantin' to kill 'em, ayy
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| I don’t give a fuck 'bout havin' no friends, I hope you understand
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| I don’t give a fuck 'bout havin' no friends, I hope you understand
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| Don’t need no new brother man, we’ll shoot at you and your mans
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| Still watch Skub pop, we’ll crash
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| Still watch Skub pop, we’ll crash
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| Get on this rim, huh, get on y’all ass
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| I ain’t impressed with the shit y’all be flashin'
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| Just hit the trap all the way from the mansion
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| Got more bands in that bitch than you can imagine
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| I up the fire, shoot the niggas beside you
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| I throw up 5, Lil Blood gon' match it
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| I drop a four, we gon' go get a casket
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| I got a stroke, but I go to the basket
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| I gotta score 'cause I’m close to the basket
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| Naw, I gotta score 'cause I already racked it
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| Properly prepared, I practice
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| Thank God for them L’s I took, they was tragic
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| Showed a nigga how to bounce back like magic
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| Used to go to school, but not go to school, I was
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| Used to go to school, but not go to school, I was absent
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| Free Big Blood, Jid, what’s brackin'?
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| 'Cause of him, Skuba Steve been active
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| I hate when motherfuckers get to actin'
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| Like they don’t know what’s up, huh, huh
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| Hate when motherfuckers get to askin'
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| Like they don’t know it’s us
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| Go down South, back up, huh
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| Country big booty bitch, huh
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| Fuck me off of accident, huh
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| Fuck me off my accent, yeah, huh
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| Hit her twice on accident, yeah
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| Shit, she said she like dope boys, nigga
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| I’m a trap nigga, so I’m the right man for the job
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| She ain’t peep, huh
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| She ain’t peep I was the—
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| She ain’t peep I was the right applicant
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| And she ain’t, she ain’t seen my attitude was ravishing
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| These niggas ain’t hoopers, fake shooters, they be trappin' like
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| Niggas get mad, in they feelings
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| Emotional like a lil' bitch
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| Shit sadder than—
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| I mean what I say 'bout them old-ass niggas too
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| I mean it for real, I’m adamant
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| About anything I’m doin', huh, huh
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| Too serious, huh times ten, huh, ayy, uh
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| Gang like, «Nigga, let me chime in,» he wanna put his two cents in
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| Say naw, nigga, we got M’s, they can’t get none of thems (Trauma Tone)
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| Don’t want my gang to be like y’all, that’s my fear, huh, huh
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| Happy as hell they don’t just beef with me to start they career, huh
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| I mean if you a rapper, then you a rapper, huh, my nigga, be serious
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| If you doin' it like a hobby and not a habit, my nigga, you weird
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| See, I give my all to this shit, that’s what I got up out it
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| Yeah, all this shit, all this ice, all these diamonds
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| Never had to ride a nigga wave just to, huh, just to be relevant, huh
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| Y’all niggas in the way, in the way, dummy, unintelligent
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| I played it bool 'cause niggas played it bool, ain’t no fool, never played the
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| fool
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| I’ll take a nigga plate of food, leave his shit on empty while I’m full
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| Used to slang the rock off the top rope, Skuba Brahma Bull
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| Chop came with the comma clip, you ain’t never seen this kind of— nah
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| Bhop bame with the bomma blip, you ain’t never seen this kind of tool
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| I don’t lie in none of my verses, you know Sada keep that ooh
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| And I ain’t here just to keep it cool, pussy-ass nigga, this ain’t school
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| Give a fuck about who you with, swear to God, people get it— ayy
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| Give a fuck about who you with, swear to God, your people get it too, huh
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| First time I met your main mans, pressed his ass, bitch, I’m SkubaRu
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| Ask him 'bout it, nigga, I’ll, hey, bitch, I’m SkubaRu
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| Ask him 'bout it, nigga, ayy
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| Speak plain, nigga, who is you?
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| I’m the who’s who of who’s who
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| Goofy-ass niggas been through
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| Niggas can’t know what I— ahh
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| Niggas can’t know what I been through
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| Must not know what I been through
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| Nigga, you don’t wanna get into it
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| 'Cause I’ma kill you when I bump into you
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| Ayy, huh, nigga, I don’t know that shit you know, huh
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| Bang all my motherfuckin' streets and brung us home
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| Huh, huh, I don’t know that shit you know
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| Bang all my streets and brung us home
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| Tapped in with Mari, Ruger, Zoe, Tone, and G Weeder, bring 'em home
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| Huh, uh-duh, uh-uh-uh, uh-duh
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| Crank him up, then walk him outta here |