| Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy
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| Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy
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| Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy
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| Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh
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| Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy
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| Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy
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| Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy
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| Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh
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| Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy
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| Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy
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| Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy
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| Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh
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| Product of the poison, you can bet your life on it
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| Teeth got the ice on it, wrist still got the slice on it
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| That walking stigmata and poltergeist
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| Still feelin' stuck every single night
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| Don't give a fuck if I live or die
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| Surprised to this point that I have survived
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| Pull up with the motherfuckin' AK tucked, bitchboy, good luck
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| Yung Plague got the blade, hit the slay
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| Then we spray with the .44 5
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| Bitch, it's Grey*59, let the devil go and ride
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| Ain't nothing but a pussy if you gon' throw shade
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| Fuckboy, I'm hungry, and you looking like steak
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| Trigger finger itching, and you looking like fake
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| Trash done passed and you looking like waste, yah
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| Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy
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| Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy
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| Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy
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| Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh
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| Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy
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| Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy
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| Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy
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| Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh
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| Tonight we guaranteeing graves, tonight's the night we ride
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| Tomorrow will never come, yeah, tonight's the night we die
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| Yesterday I met my death, I think it's been a long time
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| Stuck in limbo with my kinfolk, gave my life to $uicide
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| Yung Plague with the masked face
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| Bones will never break because I rape the souls of those who chose the wicked road, I'm haunting the afraid
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| No name on the grave, just grey stains spray-painted "slave to the great grey grave", ayy
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| Lend me the help, or send me to hell, either way I know I'll die
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| The G, the 5 the 9, it's $UICIDE
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| Chump change, boy, now you gotta hate, boy
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| Pull up the with the motherfucking AK, boy
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| Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy
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| Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy, yuh |