| Clutch got the big mac, better get back
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| Forcing my hand, aim steady, with the click clack
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| Raid off the rip that, pants tripp trap
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| Running these bands, throwing hands if your with that
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| Shake from the kick back, better get back
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| Targets align, sight set from the hip strap
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| Fold, seen the chip stack
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| Couldn’t grip that
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| Shatter, ascend, till the end, feel the end!
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| Sent to, destroy you
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| Man down, zar put an end to
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| Lead flew, right into
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| Your crown, Glock will reset you
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| Tread through, my steel blue
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| Four pound, chewed like a senzu
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| Press who? |
| Won’t let you
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| Stand ground, bells sound
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| They, will lose
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| Off rip, Glock spit
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| Blade, i use
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| Gothic, toxic
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| Lay, the fuse
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| Bomb shit islam shit
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| Made, the news
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| Mop shit from off ship!
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| Clutch got the big mac, better get back
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| Forcing my hand, aim steady, with the click clack
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| Raid off the rip that, pants tripp trap
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| Running these bands, throwing hands if your with that
|
| Shake from the kick back, better get back
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| Targets align, sight set from the hip strap
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| Fold, seen the chip stack
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| Couldn’t grip that
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| Shatter, ascend, till the end, feel the end! |