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My Nigga, You trippin'
I bought me a beam on my 9 cause you know ion be missin'
Amiri, My fit cause you know I be trappin'
Capping and rapping that shit gone be boring
He think that it's raining but really dem' bullets
That, Ak made a nigga dance
I jus' been counting all these fucking bands
Ice on my wrist, and it cost me a mil'
I swerve in my hellcat but, nigga I'm chill
I slide on his block with a mo'fucking blue beam
I got two Glock's on me, nigga, red blue beam
300 rounds, and i use at one time
Two Glock's, same mag, use at one time
I might bring the .50, depend on my mood
Fuck, what you sayin you know we ain't cool
I just might bring out the mo'fucking tool (Yeah, Aye, Aye)
Ron
Aye, Got on the drip when I step in the school
If he say he gone slide then bitch what you do
Cappin and rapping that's boring
I slide on the block and I'm scoring
I feel like Rick Morty, I go from the best to a shorty
Pimp, No I'm not hoeing
You can impress me, No i'm not goin
Boy, you must thought I was thot
Call a lil shawty she give me the top, and I ride with a Glock
I ride with a blue beam play and get popped
Not, Playboi Carti, that boy in his socks
Celebration, I be smoking the opps
Bro, I'm beating his ass, he telling the cops
And once, I get done then he on that Fox 5
I smash on that bitch, she not mine



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Writer(s): Rayden Greene
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