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You niggas is silly, y'all bitches do kill me, y'all really be hatin', I'm tickled as fuck Rollin' up rillas, hot damn, I'm a killa, no Bill, I'ma kill him, yo dad in the trunk Look at my niggas, yeah, all of them tucked Flippin' up fingers, but nah, we ain't fuck Bitch, we stack millions on billions on trillions, and yeah, I'm chameleon, adaptive as fuck Which these niggas want it, blick cock back, these bitches on it Bars are super, yeah, they sonic Did the dash, we ain't that sonic When I drop, these fakes be frolick You's a trip like alcoholic On the trip, we alcoholics Never stop, we workaholic Look, better than who? Steppin' to who? Bitch you is scared, giving Winnie The Pooh Pussy be lyin', your cat is the proof Flow is so sticky, I'm giving the glue Shit is so sick, but I don't got the flu Might be real late, like a hour or two Shut the fuck up, we ain't talkin' to you Bitch, I am grown stay yo ass in the school My nigga, I done it, you can't ever do it I do it, it's done, and I get the fuck to it So come over here, I'ma show you that who is You stick to that praying, my shit is real Buddhist My niggas withdraw like you niggas cartoonists We don't wear the same You bought from them boosters We rove in the range And we always strap two, and go mem in the brain I'ma always outdo it Bitch! Hey, wait I got a little bit more I just had to talk my shit Look Look, ayo Aye, wait, wait, hold on You niggas, I gotta hold on You can't afford it Bitch, you broke Hoeing, but the coin gone I hear that cap, yeah, go on I'm Daddy, your name is Gohan Ain't talkin' batting eyes We robbing ain't got no robe on Stack the bread, ain't talking Cheez-its Popping, but ain't no squeezing I am so unheard of I'm foreign like a Norwegian Man, y'all still is boosting Chicken heads out here roosting My shit go C-O-C-K It's blasting it leave you snoozing I'm the right one And you niggas are slow Are you type dumb? Got em' pressed like the screen on they right thumb You ain't ready You see, you ain't ripe, plum Uh, ah, uh You be flapping yo beak Work for Tyson Bitch, I'm squashing yo bean You'll be type done Yes, I always can see You can't hide none Ha, ha, uh Better pray for your health Call the white nun You depleted ya wealth Ain't the type one Niggas ask for the time ain't it like one? Ah, ah, look Better pray for your health Call the white nun You depleted ya wealth Ain't the type one Niggas ask for the time ain't it like one? Grah! Said that's just how we do Bitch it's J-A-A nigga We good We good Woo! Wait, hold up My, my cell phone breaking up Hold Up Brah!