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...warning, 'fore I make 'em bullets storm in
Headshots no accidents, I know who the killer is
Stay underground, ten feet, I'm on the swim, drowning
Bitch, I'm a dog, don't hound on me
Remember they was tryna clown on me
They told my music was lousy
Now, every time I'm in town, they been left foot down, tryna come around me
Straight shittin' on 'em, young rich n***a, he was really farmin'
Now I been livin' like big-big, XD with a black FN-N (Yeah, rich, I'm in the mix)
Run through the paper, like it was the 6ix
I ball like Laker Kobe in this bitch
I seen you ballin', he don't get no tint
I go off of the top, psychiatrist
You sippin' Tris? Okay, how you leanin' off straight of the sip?
Travelin' bruh, finna pop your wig
If we wanted then we could pull up to your crib
I don't think that they heard me, I'll say it again
We pull up to you, wherever you live
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