| I pull bitches like a motherfucking habit
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| I got a ten-piece for your jaw, come and grab it
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| Didn’t ask when I gave a fuck about your family
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| Fuck up again, some bullshit bitches sappy
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| Pullin' up looking shaggy in a soccer-mom van straight flexin'
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| Dick out with a bad bitch on my left, and
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| Give me ten, I’mma have another on the right
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| You know, sum lil slight then we fuck all night, yuh
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| How’s it feel that your favorite rapper ain’t a rapper
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| Big boy flex, but another fuckin' capper, huh
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| Pretty boy appeal on the pussy lookin' dapper
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| Make her fall in love with me then I drop the bitch after
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| Give a fuck 'bout any new kid on the block
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| On your knees whn you’re near me, I don’t wanna har the talk
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| Shit outta luck 'cause you slop top on my cock
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| Finna rock all these fuckers on the way to the top
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| Crack your skull open 'cause y’all can’t catch up
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| Make shit and make it bump
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| I don’t need no tag to make y’all jump
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| 'Cause there’s way more shit where that came from
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| Crack your skull open 'cause y’all can’t catch up
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| Make shit and make it bump
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| I don’t need no tag to make y’all jump
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| 'Cause there’s way more shit where that came from
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| In Scooby-Doo I write the plan, while I’m at it choose the trick
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| She can stand in front of line and back it up a lil bit
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| Rappin' with the metal makin' salt, call us halogen
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| I never been a role model, the problem be you followin'
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| Marijuana come in rockets, dabs are rock and shit is flawless
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| Gettin' praised from the greatest, banned from the oval office
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| Nigga listen, when I talk, better drop your knees, got it
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| Or I’ll knock you into-morrow where you still leanin' out on Vicodin
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| Hold my peace close, I ain’t even said shit
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| Just give it 'bout a year when the figures hitting six
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| Hit my DMs, «you should know better»
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| Yeah whatever, I ain’t even ever heard you rappin' on shit
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| Bones crack on the curb that I put to your wit
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| Nigga I ain’t tryna box I’m tryna bust out where it kicks
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| Come and check the mint, none of us are counterfeit
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| Can’t catch up, homie it ain’t the spotter’s fault you can’t lift, ah
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| I can’t hold a straight face for more than thirty seconds
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| No I won’t trip, fall into the beat you sent me
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| Hold the whole dick if you gonna lick the head
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| That line was stupid, so what bitch, I wrote it
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| No new shit 'cause I’m tired of expressin'
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| The same damn things like a Duolingo lesson
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| Caveman shit when I look at my reflection
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| Goddamn that flow sick, no shit bitch, I wrote it
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| You wanna talk a little bit about damage
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| Bitch I’m legal, not afraid to do some to my record
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| Oh you can see into the future don’t tell me
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| My horoscope says, I’ll punch you 'till you stop talkin'
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| Look at 'em stop and stare everytime I start walkin'
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| Over and over again, there’s no protocol for moshin'
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| Poppin' and sockin' and rockin', puttin' a side of hip hop 'cause
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| Where we going there ain’t no god, bitch
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| Crack your skull open 'cause y’all can’t catch up
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| Make shit and make it bump
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| I don’t need no tag to make y’all jump
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| 'Cause there’s way more shit where that came from
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| Crack your skull open 'cause y’all can’t catch up
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| Make shit and make it bump
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| I don’t need no tag to make y’all jump
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| 'Cause there’s way more shit where that came from
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| Stupid bitch, I’m a narcissist
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| Damn right, only get down just for me just tonight
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| You’re both right, no complaints only hate for you bitch
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| Ass
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| (That's pretty stupid actually I’m not gonna say that)
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| Who’s your god nigga I probably control flow better
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| Gotta vendetta, don’t give a fuck about them trend-setters
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| Bed wetters always wanna front up with me
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| Better put your hands up, see the stains when you stand up
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| They pale runnin', MJ, Cosgrove Miranda
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| Sandra, got 'em screamin' all over the mattress
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| It’s madness, fantastic our semantics
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| Cap shit?
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| Nah, halogen only a fragment |