| Ayy, thick white bitch, Iggy
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| Bust on her back, Ricky
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| Only tote Glocks, I’m picky
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| We’ll make niggas get out of the city
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| Ay, hurt my thumb loadin' the K
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| Turned to a opp, they lead him astray
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| You know when I’m talking them killers obey
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| Like, «Go put that young nigga head on display»
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| Free my niggas, it ain’t gon' be long
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| They ain’t forget who ain’t pick up the phone
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| Keep tryna diss me, he tryna get known
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| The corner gon' know you when we take your soul
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| I run with murderers, killers
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| Bitch get wet, rivers
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| Then get cut off, scissors
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| I speak the truth, scriptures
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| Big chopstick got wood, splinters
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| Don’t see in the mirror that’s a mixture
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| Got richer and bought me a Richard
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| I still give my hitman your picture (Go get him)
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| These niggas broke, we fixed
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| You can shoot at my hoe but you know you gon' miss (Try it)
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| Look at these VVS, how these bitches hit
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| My wrist dripping like I done slitted this bitch
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| Jet on the way to Dominico
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| Lil' bitch threw me off, too much Silicon (Word)
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| I bought the whip with the ceiling gone (Ceiling gone)
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| Countin' dead faces in the living room (In the living room)
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| Ten bedrooms but I live alone (Live alone)
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| Chops in this bitch, I ain’t here alone
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| If I’m beefing with him, his family should cherish they time
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| 'Cause he won’t be here long
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| Y’all been beefing for a year long (Y'all niggas playing)
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| Ain’t nobody died yet? |
| (Nobody died yet?)
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| I don’t know what would happen if a nigga snatch my chain
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| 'Cause ain’t nobody tried that
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| I run with murderers, killers
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| Bitch get wet, rivers
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| Then get cut off, scissors
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| I speak the truth, scriptures
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| Big chopstick got wood, splinters
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| Don’t see in the mirror that’s a mixture
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| Got richer and bought me a Richard
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| I still give my hitman your picture (Go get him) |