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Hell yeah, Marsh, this shit a hit, fool
Eleven bustin' with that K9, keep talkin', you can't kill me, nigga
I wish that nigga disrespect, that'd be the day that I'd kill a nigga
Why you callin' twelve on me, bitch, and I ain't do it yet

Two two threes and a drake on me, but f*ck it, I ain't shoot it yet
For to watch just, what you say to me, you keep talkin', I put you in check
We creepin through that back door, I'm comin' for your fuckin' neck
You thought I was playin', nigga? Bitch, I want your dead

I'ma take your bitch to Waycross, I'ma make her give me head
You know I don't do no cappin', bitch, I said what I said
Put the gun to your head, shoot the lead, the dot was red
Like, who the f*ck these niggas? Why they wanna know my business, hoe

Puttin' on my Prada, yeah, she like when I step in this hoe
All these bitches praise me, it's so crazy, they can't save me
Got my youngins for to spin, I'ma 513 baby
Clutching on that stick, bitch, what you wanna get into

Me no wanna fight, me like guns, me gon' shoot at you
I'll pop your man's, what you gon' do? I'm cool with red, I'm cool with blue
Don't matter side you run into, the RPK gon' get at you
Why you callin' twelve on me, bitch, and I ain't do it yet

Two two threes and a drake on me, but f*ck it, I ain't shoot it yet
For to watch just, what you say to me, you keep talkin', I put you in check
We creepin' through that back door, I'm comin' for your fuckin' neck
I'm outta school, I graduated, I'm grown now, I'm hella faded

I'm the only one that's gon' fuckin' make it. That bitch gon' still be masturbatin'
Lame ass nigga gotta touch himself. he dont get no play
I killed that boy with fuckin' stealth, my gun gon' take him on a date
Keep playing, we gon' pop you, nigga. Bow, bow, pop you, nigga

You wanna die, then I can't stop you, nigga
Walkin' up on me, bitch, what's in your pockets, nigga
I got the drop on you like I'm a faucet, nigga (woah hold on)
She suckin' my dick for so long

She keep on goin til a nigga soul gone
he don't like how I walked him down
Then come get it back
TJ be that nigga, you keep talkin', I ain't scared of that

We get your mama and your sister pussy boy, where you headed at
You was talkin' all that shit, now I know that you regrettin' that
Why you callin' twelve on me, bitch, and I ain't do it yet
223's and a drake on me, but f*ck it, I ain't shootin' yet

For to watch just what you say to me, you keep talkin', I put you in check
We creepin' through that back door, I'm comin' for your fuckin' neck
Knew a couple tens in school, but f*ck, no, they ain't tens no more
That boy, he wanna talk shit, turn his head into Chipotle bowl

RPK if you don't know, we get money and f*ck your hoe
Can't sign 360, that's a no, my life feel like the Truman Show
We gon' walk you down, think I'm playin' boy i'm not
All my youngins for to spin, wanna watch your body rot

I told him chase that, yo, hat he gon erase that
Yo, weed, bitch I lace that
He came up missin' where the face at
I'm comin' through with a cannonball, we gon' wreck him all

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