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Sumatra
Fortune and fame
I tatted the Spyder coupe up with the matted chameleon paint
I'm from Atlanta but me young Trevor like Chilean girls and Sicilian drank
That wasn't necessary
Buy me a crib with a house and a sanctuary
Garage has a military
Turn the timepiece up to Jeni or Ben and Jerry
Aye
Okay she brought a camcorder
My whip is Ratchet screaming it's a transformer damn
Call the soldiers out aye that's a damn order
I'm blowing up like we just setting off a damn mortar

You wanna talk about violence
Violence to you
Might be putting somebody in a figure 4
Violence to me
Is taking a can of gas
And pouring it on you
And setting you on fire
Like me or not
I didn't come up here to be liked
I came up here to get paid
And whoever you put in front of me
I'm gon' chop ya down
I would like to send a special shoutout
To my homeboy OJ Simpson
Keep up the good work baby
Two less we got to worry about
You understand

I'm a
Soft servin'
Bitch swervin'
I'm mean
My teeth showin'
My door open
The green
My bitch glowin'
My hair flowin'
I lean
Her tits showin'
Overflowin'
I mean
I'm not a bitch boy
I might fuck your bitch boy
Take your shit boy
Imma run your shit boy
I'm a girl toy
Pull up in a 6 door
Put you on the floor middle of the liquor store
I'm a hard ass
Put you on your damn ass
Test me and blast
You gon' find out real fast
Jump you in masks
Pull up leave em' in casts
Nut and dip fast
That breath gon' be your last
Talkin' my shit
I'm talkin' my shit
That breath gon' be your last
Fuck with me



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Writer(s): Seamus Curran
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