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Big Goddo Flaco, motherfucker

Ooh, Nilly, we shootin' Billy
Scoot off in that Bentley before we blue pill him

He's a boot licker
Heard he throws fast jabes, well I shoot quicker
He's a coupe renter
Mag full of roofie's, yeah, they shoot through ceilings

I go stupid when shit gets too silly
Who killed him?

Bitch you capping like riley
Bitch you acting you ain't hard not slightly
You ain't ever rode you got low mileage
You Claim you gone shoot ha that's unlikely
Bitch my lifestyle pricey
I like my money neat before you pay me make it tidy
They say that they love me but i know they don't like me
I thought it was shark week the way that they bite me
They hop on my wave but i'm surfing a new one
They can't keep up with me i always out do em'
Addicted to benjis i need some more blue huns
My plug got locked up so bitch i just grew some
When i was trapping i tripled my income
Bitch i don't know hoe you ain't my friend nah
I got it i own it bitch i ain't a renter
When i say bitch i'm talking all genders
You ain't got no shooters just admit it
You ain't got no drip stop kidding
Where is all the money that you getting?

Mind frame on 2 Percenter.
I'm owner from leases and renters.
Dey been copying me,
Epson Printer.
Wake da fuck up!
Start living it!
Everyday I wake up,
clready getting it.

Pop Shit

Migos

Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 1

2017

Shooter on the bench, I pop wheelies
QC nigga, pop millions
We ain't gonna talk about the feelings
We ain't gotta talk about the gremlins
Paid shooters 'round me, chillin'
Pop it off baby, start kneeling
Give me my racks off the dribble
My poppa pull up in a lizard
The eyes on that bitch like a gizzard
I get the money so vivid
Young nigga I'm makin' history (history)
'Set not going for dissin'
On a jet when I'm flying the distance
Bad bitch she a assistant
Drive the bricks to Michigan (woo!)

Cleezy on my body, bitch I'm stepping in it
Yeah your face like some doodoo, how we stepping in it
Punch him in his nose, he a hoe, we gon' spin a mans
Smoking way too much fucking zaza in the renter van
Feel like a demon, all I see is dead's
And all these freaking meds
You heard what the fuck I said
The metal to his head
I don't conversate, you can't relate, I'm a leave you on read
Gotta get my plate, I'm in a state, you better make your bed
I just got the racks in
Your brother calling me his twin
I don't got no mother fucking twins, yeah
I just count it up, stacks these mother fucking bands, yeah
Money 4-2 like I'm Dugg
Hid the spliff under the rug
I don't like to push and shove
I hit them twice, he try to tug
If it's a problem that you looking for
We swat him like a bug
I got my brothers throwing up some foes
I grew up with some thugs
Blue lights in the mirror, so we ducking offs
Little bitch said she want head, told her not at all
Shit was going well, until your dumb ass went and got involved
I just cracked a seal and popped a pill, it's time to kill them all
AMG Mercedes, bitch we riding, bitch we sliding in it
Ducking all the opps, it's not a fishbowl, yeah the windows tinted
You can't try to play me for a fool not even for a minute
I been getting money, fuck you doing bro, we really did it
Yeah we pushed up on his boy and his pockets, yeah I ran in them
Riding round in whips, I could never put a fan in
New exotic juice, pussy boy don't understand me
True exotic gas, only thing up in my pantry
Of the wock, I poured a deuce yuh
Kicked it like I'm Bruce yuh
Like what's the use yuh
No time for excuses
I'm a send him up to the lord, no hallelujah
Then I'll make him come right back down like damn I knew ya'
I just got some brand new swag in
Posted with your bitch, on the Instagram bragging
Counting all these slips, blue hundreds, fill the wagon
Counting all these scripts, feds on me, never lacking
Blade up to your neck
Walk the plank up off the deck
Me and the bag we just connect
Like my phone and internet
Keep a army when I step
There ain't need for any type of disrespect
We just handle what we get
This rap shit I just started I'm brand new to it
Amiri on my jeans, yeah too legit
All these damn diamonds on my wrist, I'm looking fluid
Boy you looking goofy, yeah boy you looking stupid
I stay in the summer
Heard you cappin' it's a bummer
You was waiting on a jumper
Started looking at the numbers
Heard they thought that I was faking it but they the ones that want it
All this money, I been raking it, on heads just like a bonnet

You got to move 
You got to move 
You got to move child 
You got to move 
You got to move 
You got to move 
You got to move child 
You got to move 

Moving that work hop in that coupe and skurt hahaha
How y’all niggas be rapping 

Moving that work hop in the coupe skurt 
Truth and the proof since birth
I’m due what I’m worth gift and the curse Blessing the track killing the verse
No reverse no rehearse this shit ain’t been coerced 
Ain’t no pressure unless it’s pressure between 2 bitches to fuck me first
Move dat shit bitch I’m lit 
Pop a perk chew dis dick 
Break a trick make me rich like MJG in 96
80s baby with a 90s bitch I been the shit got vintage drip
You niggas green like spinach dip y’all ain’t seeing this penmanship
Sleep on me you gone need quilt it’s cold game
Wake yo ass up with this clip nigga I throw flames
I keep me a stick like Wick yo bitch hold my dick like spritz
I stack up my racks like bricks I was getting rich when y’all wasn’t shit
Moving dem packs round dis bitch like wish,swish 

You got to move 
You got to move 
You got to move child 
You got to move 
You got to move 
You got to move 
You got to move child 
You got to move 

You gotta move catch a groove if you snooze then loose
Foreign coupe on 22s thousand dollar tennis shoes
Money made been paid player ways never played
Bitch pussy wet like dripping glaze let a nigga catch a wave
Move around scoop a pound better cop while the prices down
Drip or drown you niggas clowns better maintain like Henry Brown
Satin black vinyl wrap never  lacking at trap
Laid back cool cat never been the kind that cap
Fresh off a swish, I shoot my shot I don’t miss
Scratch me a thot off my list 
Say she a Pesci she only eat fish
But left my meat messy she petty ass shit
I’m cool as a yeti you square as a Chevy
I keep a machete to cut off a Betty 
That ain’t got that wetty whenever I’m ready
It’s off with yo heady it’s bout to get scary you gotta move

You got to move 
You got to move 
You got to move child 
You got to move 

You gotta move like a motherfucking renter 
Keep it cool like a pool in the winter
I ain’t perfect I did dirt bitch I’m sinner
But if it’s worth it when she twerk it I’m a spender 
I use to move deez hoes to Houston let em dance in the club
They made dat money brought it back I made em thank we in love
You can pimp deez hoes with purses you can pimp em with drugs
But that really ain’t my purpose I’m in cahoots with a plug

Yo, 14, you got another one
Like, fuck is you sayin', ass nigga
I ain't never ever been a plain ass nigga
I get fly like a plane, lil' nigga

Please do not think that I'm playin', lil' nigga
I am so cool like my chain in the winter
My mama happy, she raisin' a winner
We do not have to wonder what's for dinner

Play after play tryna be on SportsCenter
I own the top spot, nigga, you just a renter
Teaching you niggas game like a mentor
The cameras on me, but I'm not a pretender

Kai Cenat, I'm on a never ender
We up high with them niggas in Denver
You can't ride if you're not a big spender
Yeah, that's true

What I rap and my jeans is too
Like Big Sean, we ain't fuckin' with you
My live look like I'm livin' for two
And my neck cold like a fuckin' igloo

I've been down before, so I know what to do
Work hard till I drip from my head to my shoes
Idk about you, but I got 22
Idk about you, but I fuck with the blue
All my fans say that I'm sick like the flu
I come through killin' shit, that's what I choose to do

I cannot put down my guard for you
I gotta watch my own back for real
Because then if I don't, then who?

Yo I move,
Bold like the cold vein
Dangerous menace that won't change
Tucked and stuck in an icebox
I'm a wanderer with no name
Heinous brain on a green plain
Nine cocked, going down in vain
Too mature for my age
Hennied and hazy throughout the days
Rip the page out in a rage
And move to the next stage
All pigs in one grave
And the only shit i'm handing them
Is 45. bullets and a spade
Caged zany mage casting spells
Like he was in hogwarts
With hot warts on his face
Shallow cave for these crack actors
In debt, they should've paid
Shivering shit snivelling pricks
Evicted and gone without a trace
Mayday, maybe
I've been coming down lately
In may we may be
Hunting our payday with AK's
Pay raise with no meaning
Rake in the leaves of the new season
Growing / making counterfeit
Green in your greenery
Gotta make off with the dough
Live in the distorted scenery
Hip hop is an urban dystopia
So Funcrusher Plus is where I'm at mentally
You heard it from the best
In the southwest that hasn't passed a test
Undress and open your mouth
So you can get face fucked to death
By the boom bap new smack
Brooklyn tap in type rap
Bouncing back quicker
Anthrax handshake, sicker than your grandad
Fuck bag chasing, nah
I'm racing with the aliens
Space migration with the locals
From Saint john to the Kensington Oval
Self taught, renters distraught
So I spit with the permanence
I fought call upon god to let me
Touch every fans hand to read their thoughts
Corrupt politicians
Molested children
Dead bodies in the walls
And mutant rats in the ceiling
Pillows stashed full of pills
And voodoo mc's with skills
Time flies by for a mic grillin
So who you killin
Fat stacks in the back
Packing a mac in the back of the Ac'
Scratch the record like lice
Steal the racks and pie like mice
Polite at the right time
When po-lice is at the back of us
Bright and high flying through life
In my white and black acura

Time to blow like dynamite
And leave them all terrified for a fortnight
A chainsaw in a knife fight
And now that's what I like
Fright night in the nightlife
With a formulated zeitgeist
Get fried and fly high
Feel alright before you get sniped
Hang tight and rhyme right
Find your whores blowing bagpipes
Acid rap under the stage lights
And we all win by a landslide
It's the warning we tell all rappers
To stay away from the caustic
5 feet apart from the funcutters
That reek of blood and bagged vomit
Automated dishonoured weapons
Clashing with the augmented autistic
We're dealing with a tyrant and it's goons
Which have all gone ballistic
Spit some shit and break limbs
That hit harder than 8 steps to perfection
With enough deceptive comments and swears
That'll land you a 2 hour detention
Go hard or no home, ain't no way
Fuck up your face, bitch

Stranded up in the attic
Standing and blending in with the dark
With a gas mask
And an axe that's well polished and sharp
A fanta can to reminisce
It's time to blow like Kazakhstan
You come up to check, I attack and that's-
(And that's that)
Saints and sinners, fantastic damage
We bite fast like death traps
Noided humanoid Kangal
With remedy and voice cracks
Hennessy with applejacks
We're terrorists with acid raps
Tapped in with the bros
Mr.

Up in the trap like it's Snow in tha bluff
Pack way too loud so I'm closing it up
Ice on me but I ain't frozen enough
No hate in my heart I ain't no holding no grudge
Say that they love me don't show it that much
Still with the bros
They'll be good when I buss
And you'll get exposed
If you messing with us
You never starved you can't eat at my table
Life it done changed got me plug in like cable
Grind for myself cause I don't got no label
Heart be on ice yeah that's cold like a fraco
If it ain't 'bout the paper I don't wanna hear you
Could never be me I ain't doing what they do
You burn that bridge, but you good I don't hate you
Loyalty deep that's on God ima stay true
Why they be out here patrolling like state troop
Pocket watching
That's what the jakes do
Gotta be spazzing off of that k2
You gotta watch it
Niggas ungrateful
Keep all that shit I done heard thru the grapevine
Put my life on the line just for mine like a canine
Niggas be sweet like the sugar in bay 9
They be weird and I don't got the answer like A.I
You got my name in your mouth and I bet you can't say why
Yea, they really don't like me
Wanna see me fall that's the reason they pray I
Stay down
Get rich or die trying 'fore I lay down
Ain't my birthday, but she bring the cake out
She wan ride from the night till the day now
Yea, that's pressure
Gimme them racks I step out in a Tesla
Stay out the way in this lane do not enter
Way out the mix don't wan be in the center
I use to borrow, but now I'm the lender
If it ain't money that's off the agenda
Send all the talk right back to the sender
Back in that mode I'll be gone till November
I hustle to own
I don't wan be no renter
Yeah when my daughter get big
Buy her a car
Wrapping it all in magenta
Yeah for the fam they get all even extra
Don't violate I might turn into Dexter
Yea, we was down bad
Yea, we was down bad
But we had to change direction
I turn that pain into vengeance
You turn that hate into mentions

Yeah
You turn that hate into mentions
Keep my name in your mouth like they dentures
I be all in they head like it's mental
Off the tree take a puff of that Chem dawg
Why you coming for me I ain't send fah
Streets hot I ain't talking bout temper
They make a killing with fentanyl
If the goal ain't to get out
You hustling backwards
If they say, but don't show it
I promise it's not love
They pull me down it was hard had to stand up
Free all my dawgs behind bars and they lock up
When you down on your last it ain't nobody there
But when you up they gone pop up
See the games that you play and it's not fun
If they not loyal I promise your gang done
Before I put trust in a soul
I put trust in my handgun
Fear we ain't got none
They count me out, but I'm not done
They count me out I ain't finish
They said I can't cause they never did it
Always bin different I never try fit in
I need them chickens like I outside grilling
Lil shawty bad, bad killing
She wanna put on my name on her jibbit
Fly down the e way
A hundred we dipping
Buss the red light
I ain't mean to skip it
Gotta pimp out the ride I feel like I Xzibit
When I step I be fresh
Not a crease in my linen
And it's how you end it ain't how you beginning
Forgive me for all of my sins I be sinning
My homie loved school, but now he into drilling
Spinning, spinning, spinning
Making it out it's like one in a million

Straight out the trap like it's Snow in the bluff
Reality check
They don't be down they just saying it much