| You ain’t talk
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| You ain’t gonna buck
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| You gon run and hide
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| Bitch i’m trying to throw these hands
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| Make me catch a homicide
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| Then i’m take it as a token
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| I ain’t finna let it slide
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| If you really wanna the smoke
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| Then come look me in my eyes
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| You don’t run shit
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| AR-15 pistol let the drum kick
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| Punk bitch find your bitch
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| And miss me with the dumb shit
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| Rockstar I be on the stage on some
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| I ain’t gotta drag you out the front bitch
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| I just wanna entertain and stack a little bread
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| My background in the military you can’t
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| Waiting in the bushes watch yo house as soon as you land
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| Anything you holding getting shot right out your hand
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| I’ll bang your fucking head till you start to have a seizure
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| Punch him in the mouth untill he pouring out a liter
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| Flow is hella hot but heart is colder than a freezer
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| So I don’t give a fuck if you chunky or a tweaker
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| I kill em or just chilling imma treat you the same
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| How you in a bad position try teaching me the game
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| Give a fuck about your feelings I can sleep through the pain
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| Boy i’m on another level we ain’t eating the same
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| I got my motherfucking mind wipe
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| Play with my paper imma see you through the eye sights
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| Put a pumpkin on your head you see the dime light
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| Don’t think you ever gon take me out of my light
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| Bitch this is my time |