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The Diesel
Never the weasel ****
Don't Get Too Close Because You Might Get Shot
I'm from the Rock, Stapleton, where them **** be killing cops,
Don't Get Too Close Because You Might Get Shot
TMF, Theodore, my unit we getting gwap
Don't Get Too Close Because You Might Get Shot
Trife Dees n Dom Dirtee we cookin up in them pots
Don't Get Too Close Because You Might Get Shot
Yeah,
Listen here lil **** I'm a D-O-N,
Ask about me
The hood'a tell you "He go in"
This my second coming
I crawled out of that bear hole
For that two point conversion
F*ck kicking a field goal
Sharp, mo better, lined up with the beard low
And some crisp air maxes with the colorful air soles
I'm glowing
Shitting on y'all **** with a heavy colon
Eatin' like a pregnant bitch with her belly showing
Non-smokers room,
But we still up in that telly blowing
Living life to the fullest
Enjoying every moment,
I be on some ghost shit
Climax, high hats
Banging like that weed inside the dutchy
Let me try that
TMF, teaching men fashion
We some fly cats
Ever since slangin under buildings
Servin five packs
Now we donate to the hood
Given pies back
Multiply that ghetto love
A hundred times that
Cracks spots jumpin like Jordan from the foul line
Balling on you haters
Take a seat
Ride the Alpine
Chow time
It's my turn to feast
Let this child shine
Y'all was gettin fat while I was gone,
Stuck on cloud nine
Nevermind, no hard feelings
I'm stacking riches
Like Erick & Parish Making Dollars
I'm back in business,
So what you saying
I slay 'em right off the top
So don't get too close
Because you might get shot
BAAW!
Don't Get Too Close Because You Might Get Shot
Brooklyn forever, It's never gonna stop
Don't Get Too Close Because You Might Get Shot
If you stand too close to my opps
Then you the opps
Don't Get Too Close Because You Might Get Shot
King Card and Dom Dirtee whether you like it or not
Right?
F*ck what you heard
Y'all ain't goin ever stop us
Pop one of these corny ass ****
I'm Orville Redenbacher
Brand new Glock 40 sound like I'm throwing bombs
And ya gotta catch em all like Pokemon
You the type I give a glass hat
Pour my corona on
Showin off with that fake fuckin rollie on
I'm still outside slingin like a broken arm
Still spittin sicker than covid,
Yeah, this that omnicron
No second guessin
I'm usually the first to fire,
With a bounce they cannot pronounce like worcestershire,
These delusional **** is worse than liars,
I turn ya top five rappers into fertilizer,
Rappin or clappin,
I'm with whatever,
Have you lookin at the back of ya eyelids forever
So run up when you ready
And I would tell you, fuck ya life
But it look like life is fucking you already
BING!
Don't get too close, because you might get shot
Don't get too close, because you might get shot
Don't get too close, because you might get shot
Don't get too close, because you might get shot
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