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I get to bustin' at anything, got plenty beans By any means, it's the American cope flow From Adrenaline Rush Alpha-Omega This is a Withdrawal This is a With... Your days is over, I'm in a rage, finna blaze Like I'm up in a fuckin' rave with soldiers About to amaze and hold ya From the grave I raise ya Like I'm paid to serenade a cobra The time when I'm rappin' is over... Ain't it? Dammit! Shit! I think I could sustain it, and I spit Since motherfuckers gon' take it for granted, then I think I'mma have to break that bitch! I can lyrically do the impossible Flew in through follicles, you feel it? I'm who would'a followed you Crew would'a bothered you when I'm known for Bruisin' an obstacle, do in a lot of you When I flow congruent to modules This lava's the music comin' out of it Showin' you motherfuckers how to spit Get on a beat and show you what you can get out of it Give you the realest and then some of the counterfeit Pesos, got me workin' in my day clothes Got into it because they chose They wanna +Try Me+ like Dej Loaf Steppin' in my Giuseppe Zanottis when I'm Yellin' 'hey hoes' like a tourist Style be the purest Wishin' every time that you see me you're as Fresh as me but you can never be so I'mma let it be Especially if I be in a Lamborghini Urus Twista I'm hopin' to cause static Bet you gon' feel it when I hit you with the automatic Give you a pump to the chest like asmathic Make a motherfucker feel it like he never never had it These bitches We all in the club Fuck with a nigga We gon' show no love Uh, no love, no love, no - If a nigga get static No love, no love -Thirty shots from the automatic, uh
Writer(s): Carl Terrell Mitchell, Darnell Smith, Dennis Round Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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