| Datasquad shit man, you know what I’m saying?
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| 2019 we just shittin' on everybody’s lives, man
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| I don’t give a fuck, man
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| You already know what I’m saying, bitch
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| Slatt!
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| Out for your blood, out for your blood
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| Scars on my body so I keep that blade tucked
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| Out for your blood, out for your blood
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| In your nightmares, turn your dreams into dust
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| Out for your blood, out for your blood
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| Scars on my body so I keep that blade tucked
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| Out for your blood, out for your blood
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| In your nightmares, turn your dreams into dust
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| Yuh
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| I be on that fuck shit, 50 in my clip
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| Let that K rip
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| Stupid bitch, talkin' all that shit
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| Get yo face split
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| Not the same, no, we not the same
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| Can’t compare to me
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| You scared of me when I’m in your face
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| Never step to me
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| Shut the fuck up, 'lil pussy boy, you suck
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| While you talkin' shit on Twitter, hit the bank and run it up
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| I’m equipped with the vengeance, bitch, I’m out for your blood
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| I got snipers on the roof, shooters jumpin' out the mud (bitch)
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| Out for your blood, out for your blood
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| Scars on my body so I keep that blade tucked
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| Out for your blood, out for your blood
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| In your nightmares, turn your dreams into dust
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| Out for your blood, out for your blood
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| Scars on my body so I keep that blade tucked
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| Out for your blood, out for your blood
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| In your nightmares, turn your dreams into dust
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| Pistol packing, automatic
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| Oh my god, what the fuck, you heard that shit?
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| I could give a fuck about a bitch
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| Say you raw but I don’t fuckin' believe that shit
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| I been steady countin' bands, open up the trunk
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| Stuffed with thirty racks only I can touch
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| Flexin' on these punks, this is just a game
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| GT-R my whip when I’m switchin' lanes
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| Fuck do you mean? |
| I been goin' hard as fuck
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| Infatuated with the ratchets, I don’t need no fuckin' love
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| Eating good with the gang, yeah, we all been countin' up
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| If you wanna catch a fade, 'lil boy, I’ll line you up |