(Ayy, you know the fuck I'm coming, been doing this shit for a minute.)
(I bet that label tried to fuck me bet they never get me back)
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Boy that label tried to fuck me bet they never get me back
Aw shit, n***as talkin' shit on that dog shit
He a killer huh? How that boy ain't ever pop shit?
He ain't ever rob shit, like them Topkids bitch
I'm cool with [?] and Tarantino, locked in bitch
You ain't want no smoke? Shouldn't have hopped in, bitch
I got n***as in your front yard, at your momma crib
Lil Skul can't show me no crib?
On his skull I know is what we hit
Label dropped your ass you a fool with it
Watch me get another crib, I put 2 more rooms in it
Just got a new car, came with shoes on it
So I'm sliding with it, riding it
All those pistols y'all be flexing I bought shoes with it
All them momma cribs you flexing I bought you with it
Ayy he smoking what? Smoke his homie cool on it
That lil boy dead and shit, Hit in his head and shit