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Got a thing on me when i go to the *
I hate them copper house neeks
Got a brand new wap let's fill it with teeth
Pablo mans live in the g
Mans 10 side reppin my flag come green
Mask on my face like scream
You know the feeling tryna make man scream
* Got smoke like steam
And * got ducked out the ends by the team
* Got packed now he lives in their dreams
Opp thot come wet like cream
Said pablo you know how to make me cream
She know i'm the boss in the sheets
And she know gang live in the streets
And you know if your bitch on me
I ain't from the block but i'll give her the d
I'm anti * if you talk *
If you warn try cut tru greenwich
Come to the haddo the arb
If the mash empty tell bro reload it
Don't let me lock this arm
Cause it's finna get long
If im locked and loaded
I don't really like my left
Right hand ying dat leave that soaking
And if i catch me a opp on the rebound
I ain't gotta say no words he's bolting
Tell a man come back don't cut
And if i got the drop
Im telling bro strike like he's doing up bowling
They know where i'm at
So tell me a reason the opps ain't rolling
* Coulda got left open, he's a pending pack
But today i feel like *
Tell pablo ay come let's roll him
I step in a active gilet
Back that juice garn spill like beverage
His dri fit got turnt to a wet fit
And you know i did that one in my tech fit
Bally on face and a bruck down lexus
Slap it corn coulda had him for breakfast
Bro got teeth like dentist
Randz ready said we're a menace like dennis
I try wet his head not blessing
I swear that you s from a like texas
Bag that serve that green like lettuce
And i still serve these shots like tennis
Locking off anyone's function
All cause they ain't put our name on the guest list
Opp boy got red like xmas weren't by me
It was one my members
And I swear that my man shoulda turnt package
And if I hop off the ped with active
Show and tell guess what's in my jacket
They ain't doing up ict but we want beef
And them man can't hack it
Three bro he was doing up hatrick
Mash come old like the 60s fashion
I try make me a drink like oasis
Now I got blood all of over my shavers
My air ones just turnt into Loubs that's *
Residue all over my trainers
That's three man up in the ride
Tryna make that beat with out major lasers
And * got turnt into flavours
Serve that shit to the cats now I'm caking
Writer(s): Harry Charles Gough, Ryan Djedje, Israel Prince Lawal
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