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Yeah NLE, top shotta Baby Mexico tell 'em Yeah, what we on Blueface? How we comin'? Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit I'ma finish Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope Extended clip long as a rope We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold I knew that boy was a hoe Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin' What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'? I am a beast, you cannot tame it Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin' Ooh, he got money? I'm runnin' his wallet You say you a killer, lil' nigga stop it In a shoot out yo' gun was droppin' You really a hoe You pull up, I let that bitch blow And just like some tissue, we wipin' yo nose I was on stage with the strap at my show If you playin' my bro, put a tag on yo' toe Run a nigga up, send 'em straight to the doctor Two bullets in his chest make a fuck nigga holla I'm a big dog, Great Dane, nigga, you a toddler Bitch nigga, you my son so they make me a father I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit I'ma finish Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope Extended clip long as a rope We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold I knew that boy was a hoe (Huh?) Blueface, baby Yeah, yeah, aight Bitch, I'm a Loc, MAC with the scope I am big homie, one phone call they go Pick the wrong side, Glock put him court side Now he watchin' this shoot from the flo' Ooh, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, let me switch the flow Choppa got a choppa, make a wrong move, bet he pop ya' Bitch call me daddy, bitch call me papa That boy baloney, bitch, I'm ve-gan You now if I hit it, then it was on camera Hopped off the bus then hopped in a Porsche (Panamera) Four G's sittin' on a four piece with a biscuit I play with fire, sometimes I burn bridges Bet you ain't ever met a nigga love swimmin' Pull up like Tracy McGrady from the Pistons Gotta keep a pistol for a fuck nigga dissin' Bet this choppa make him dance like a disco I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit I'ma finish Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope Extended clip long as a rope We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold I knew that boy was a ho (Huh?) I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' nigga hol' me If he wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah Bitch! Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like a school shooter, named Toby, yeah) Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh) (This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut) Ayy Tay, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut) Keep all that, yeah, yeah (Up from my hip, yeah)
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Donald Bernard Bailey Jr., Jonathan Porter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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