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Shit
Loading up the stick knowm sayin
Throwing up big 406ix knowm sayin
Niggas ain't fuckin wit this shit like
Brrt
Ba ba
Brr
Ba ba
Brr
Ya ya
Ya ya

Ballin wit my brothers
Got ittt out the gutta
Know we some stunna
Talk that shit my choppa dumpa
Throwin up some hunnids
Bad bitch luv this shit
Throwing up these strips
Bad bitch gon strip
Bitch I'm in that vip and I'm smoking out that zip
Rest in peace my nigga zip, and rest in peace my nigga Jeff
I be chillin in the back like, fuck what you represent
Got in on that bulletproof vest, but aimin at yo head like
Pullin up wit that tech
Nigga I'm pulling wit my
Pulling up wit my
Im pulling up wit my
Im pulling up wit my niggas
We go, brrdt ba doot doot
Pulling up wit my niggas, yea we pulling up in that coupe
Hanging out that roof, and I wave around my tool
Shootin out that roof
Brrdt ba ba ouu
Bad bitch she fuckin wit who
Bitch I pull up wit Ace Duece
Bitch we sippin on Duece
Bitch we hop in that coupe

Tell me chill out, I'm like shut up fore' peel yo scalp
Leave you bleeding, screaming for help
That's how I feel, that's how I felt
Better check your health, better check your mouth

Cuz evil shit is what I spout
Fuck is you bout, make your bitch, scream and shout
That's what I'm proud about
That's what I think about

Just another motherfucker from the gutter
I'm the gun no butter, make your heart flutter
I'm a no jumper, if she around me I'm a fucker
Just another sick motherfucker

With her devilish mind committing crimes
Spitting rhymes till I fucking shine
Young kings ready to rhyme
I'm getting my fuck, paying fines

Tell that pig come catch this knife



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Writer(s): Joshua James
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