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I'm sippin' that Juan, readin' backpage catalogs
I be double cuppin' styrofoam
Bitches laid up in my arm
I came up and you fell down
Bust your head and you dead now
I pop some shots, you afraid now
I'm from 973, you a dead clown
I'm a fucking boss, so what is the cost, to rid you and run and get lost
I roll a blunt and take another sip
Leave your bitch with passion on her lip
Reload the fucking clip, that's it
All my shots will never, ever miss
My n***a you a fool, I'm bouta pop the nine
I make the bitches drool, Corona with the lime
Middle fingers up, bust a nut, I'm just sailing
Fuck the salty bitches and the n***as sippin' saline
I fucked her once and then I'll fuck her twice
N***a please, for God and Jesus Christ
I'll pop a n***a, then I'll pop a xan
All my girls fucking Peruvian
Yeah, you silly just for comin' at me
Yeah, cruisin' round the street while I got hunnits on me
Fuck your bitch in the pool, man I'm a rubber ducky
I'll fry your chicken, n***as think I'm from Kentucky

(Don't let this bitch call me one more fucking time, I swear to God my n***a I'm bouta go off on everybody)

If this n***a call again, Imma be there with my friends
Doin' no talkin', shootin' as much I can
Poppin' nines, whip the Benz
All my lyrics fuckin' raw
Never catch me pullin' fraud
I don't even like to rap
But bitches like to hear it all

Thirsty bitches come and go, I went around tatted from my head to my toe
Use my thumb to hit go, my n***as go fee-fi, but no foes
Colonel Xans got a message
If you got some beef, go on and test it
I pop some shots, know I'm aimless
Gunpowder, hope you taste it
I pull up to your house, rollin' in the tree, messin' with a G
Call up and don't fake shit
I know I ain't a saint, n***a sniffin' paint
Give it time my n***a, patience
Talkin' shit, hope you taste it
Countin' cheese, shoot as I please
Rollin' up Dutches, I push all the trees