| Catch a motherfucker at the stop light
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| Point, point, point, hold the Glock tight
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| Yeah, I’m bout the spinach, boy, Popeye
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| Niggas want beef, where my hot fries?
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| Cross me, nigga, get baptized
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| Yes, motherfucker, I’m the bad guy
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| Blow you away like a landmine — dead, flatline
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| I’m a God and I put that on mankind, huh
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| Bullet turn you into stop sign, huh
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| Swat a pussy nigga if he that fly
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| Take a good look at the anti
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| I’m sick, I’m ill, I’m a mad guy, huh
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| Killin' 'em all by a landslide, fuck it
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| Pussy motherfucker wanna damn die
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| Someone tell these niggas I’m not tryin'
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| Phone keep ringing, that’s a hotline, huh
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| Puttin' them all on they backside, huh
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| Have these niggas runnin', track time
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| Light a nigga up, me no talk and beg
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| Crack a nigga up like the yolk out a egg
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| Smoke a nigga out like an ounce from a dread
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| These niggas straight pussy, ain’t vouchin' for them
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| Ice cold, nigga, like a motherfuckin' gem
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| Branch out, nigga, like a motherfuckin' stem
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| Cut a nigga off, ain’t tied up for them
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| Tell a bitch nigga I’m fire with the pen
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| Lay a nigga down, watch him die at the end
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| Four-five nigga, it’s a nine, that’s a ten
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| Pussy on my dick, you and I and my friend
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| Which one of y’all wanna try this again?
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| Which one of y’all wanna try me again?
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| Big body six, I’m high in the Benz
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| Flippin' the flow, on timin' again
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| Riggidy ruggidy rhymin' again
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| Pussy nigga, it’s applying to him
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| V-I-P, ain’t no line in for him
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| Fuck around, nigga, your chances are slim
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| Flexin' on 'em, exercise in the gym
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| Ballin' on 'em, got my hand in the rim
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| None of his niggas ain’t dying for him
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| Pussy niggas askin' me how I been
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| Eating these rappers, I’m tryna go in
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| Lighting them up till they chances are dim
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| No talkin', no speakin', don’t do arguin'
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| Jino ridin', you don’t want it with him
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| Eating these rappers, strippin' off they skin
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| Jino my nigga, he bout to go in
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| Look, bad bitches in my rental, they rented
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| See, I’m the boss and lieutenant
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| They try to kill me, bet my shotta prevent it
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| I got a lot for the minute
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| You might win but lose a lot of percentage
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| Talkin' that street but not a lot of 'em in it
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| Pass the light, got watch like miracle
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| Try me, meet your god like spiritual, sicker than venereal
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| Everything I’m spitting is imperial
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| Put you in the box like cereal or serial
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| Boy, I’m hotter than the summer in Baghdad in a gas mask
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| Thermal and leather gloves and 90 with a bag tag
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| Find out that your mama with a fag dad
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| Now you in a daze and amazed like a lab rat
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| Don’t get Kat Stacks when we clap back
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| Niggas strapped like a backpack
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| So relax cause the mack black
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| Turn your fuckin' fitted to a halo
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| Hole through your body like a bagel
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| Roaster need the toaster like a Eggo
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| I be in the jungle like Diego
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| Winnin' so everything I say go
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| Jino, how your day go?
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| Started with a cup of lean and a beauty queen
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| Fuck her good so I bet she never say no
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| Liquor with the team, money like they roll the green
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| But I gotta see my P. O
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| They sayin' I’m the one like Neo
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| Try him, boy, you dyin' like Cleo
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| Sayin' that you better, man, you lyin' like a Leo |