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What's that in ur drink its lookin watered down
Thousands on my feet uh pardon me
Now that I got rich they notice me
She notice me she notice me
Ay free young thug and fuck the DA
Who the fuck let them procreate
I swear to god they aint gonna see the day
You don't really wanna rap you just wanna get paid
Ay like Opium ima jus keep it cool
Boy you not opium you not looking cool
With those tight ass pants on you go to school
In 8th grade I was hustling kids on 8ball pool

This aint new to me
Cocaine on my clothes lookin like jewelry
She fucked on my bro bitch that aint news to me
Bitch you gotta get passed through the whole team
So its gonna be him or me
I'll really pop out with the AR-15
I'll take on your whole bitch ass gang 6 to 1 no team
Boy get off the mic this aint your destiny
Like its the 1800's be blessed by thee
I'll really fuck that bitch at the academy
Fuck the Oscars bitch I'm Kill Oscar
So if we gonna kill him we gon do it proper
Bitch I'm the predator
You aint gon get to the chopper

Im not a jerk rapper im in this bitch like certified trapper
Im the ghost in your house like Casper
You look like Lucki but you can't rap you fat bastard
The gas that I smoke is a hazard
In and out the door yo bitch come out the back door
I don't give a fuck bitch I tote a bad pole
Fuck the vin code scratch it off
Fuck all the money throw it out
I'm Throwin up 100s throwin up 50s throwin up 20s I don't keep count
Throw that bitch in the air
I used to feel like the kid under the stairs
With my money I'm like Rick Ross with his pears
You wanna leave me im like I don't care

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Minimize maximize ima choose a bad Thot



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Writer(s): Oscar Osuna
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