Fraction

Aye yeah, aye yeah, aye wait, aye, yeah!

None of you niggas are shit to me
I just might blow up and ruin your history
Slutty Sonny with the chance at the victory
I'm not a shooter, but ya' nigga trigger me
Tired of bullshit and the triggerey' higgery' dickory dot
All of them bitch are onto my cock
Fuck on that bitch and she screaming like, "Stop" (stop!)

Rockin' like Migos, Versace the shiner, the jewelry all on my body
My flow is so rapid, might pull out the shotty
Pull out the big guns, and I telling her body just pull up
Like, "What!?" like I'm talking like Carti
I'm looking at niggas, like I see the bodies
I'm looking at niggas, like y'all cannot stop me
I'm looking at niggas, like y'all cannot stop me (wait)

So these haters wanna rapping, aye
All of these niggas keep flexing, aye
Add and subtract, like a fraction, aye
Most of these rappers are acting
Fuck on that bitch in the back and, aye
Tell them, "Wassup", like "What's brackin'?" Aye
She got a ass, shawty packin', aye
Spinning the game like I'm macking



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