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Young nigga in the deep end
Send a shot at em, think a nigga got asthma how he wheezing
Young nigga always creeping
Nigga ain't the same when he get around his gang, he be pretend
Talk to the mic, I'm preaching
223 Up in his lung, the nigga tasting metal when he breathes in
Said you got that za, then I need that
Run off on the plug like Alicia
Nah, that boy can't get his keys back
Run for that Louis V bag
Call me Hulk nigga, Imma smash everything when I get mad
Niggas bogus like Riff Raff
Saying what you did in a song gon get your whole crew bagged
Niggas hot get a toe tag
Feds asked and I said,"Ion know man"
See me up on the gram with my songs in the mall
I ain't Diego but your girl tryn go man
Talk to me nice, nigga I'm a grown man
G-Lock on my side cause it don't jam
Should've got twins, got one up in both hands
How you run up in his crib and ain't have no plan
Told the plug to hit my phone when the dope land
Kevin Gates got a phone up in both hands
Ring Ring, Yea the nigga got a call from the plug
"Aye, aye moe, yea, that dope landed"

Mrs. Mary Mac dressed in all black like a dope bandit
I been working out with them sticks, I don't play Madden
MGM flexing on them niggas, I'm in Shake Shack
If it's up for grabs, lil nigga I'mma take that
Way before corona, Lul Ri had a face mask
I been keeping Benji's round me, pile em up just like a haystack
Leave him out to dry, he gon fold like a clay mask
And you better watch who you calling your brother cause they too fake
Nigga send a shot, got a nigga bending over like he tryna tie his shoelace
Too presidential, we in black trucks
Riding round town, get stopped, niggas thinking that I'm Hussein
Try to rob me, you insane
Yea the shawties call me Ri, but my real name is Bruce Wayne
Young nigga need a new chain
I just ran off on the jeweler, I looked back and I said Boonk Gang

I'm a pretty Ricky and a motherfucking dope boy
Keep that iron on me, knock the stripes out your corduroys
Throw him in the water, we gon leave a nigga floating
When that sun goes down, he be freezing, he a cold boy
And my ex just hit my phone, that's an old toy
The way she eats the dick up, she looks at it like a chew toy
I feel like Lil Durk with King Von energy
If I get hit, I'mma go out like V Roy
Call his ass Helen Keller, he ain't hearing me
Call me Quagmire, make that bitch go Giggity
I'm a Yung Fly Steppa, better put me in the industry
Wakko with me hit your ass with that fifty-piece
3 on his back cause he dropping like 53
Aim at his knee, we got him down like he RG3
Had a lot of memories, I turned them into history
They like, "How the nigga do it?"
I don't know, it's a mystery
No Spike Lee, but I still keep a clip with me
No Call of Duty but we still spotting them enemies
Let my dog loose and the rest of that shit history
Leave him in the sandbox, nigga you ain't killing me
Really I'm that cool kid, they made me a villain
Yea, only real niggas gonna be the one's that feeling me



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Writer(s): Peris Missouri
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