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One yourself and two - run up with three gats
A 4-5, or six shot seven let eight clap
The nine milli throw ten shots
Where your face at
And the mac

give you mine 
Two two four
Four one five
Four three seven three
Text me so I can see
That last queen 
That I'm a need 
You look like 
Wifey type
You

on album number three, and I still got like seven more
A dog, a fly, a car, a bitch who wanna see it all
And I be tryna push the pain away like white girls

hours
One, two, three, four
The big, bad wolf with the blower at yo door
Open the fuck up
 
And I'm with him too
Can't dap up niggas, cause he lame and he

relativity
With the adding of the observation of torsion
The consequence is named the Einstein-Cartan Theory
Seven
Explained
Makes lame attending perception

gold on your neck
Pull up 3 baes 4 rings like I'm Curry hit em with the slow talk I ain't in no hurry
3 baes making my shit look blurry I'm true

bro (Park it)
I don't think you know what you ought though (No)
Cos I've been doing this since I was like seven years old in the back of the class room

the gang then
Damn I miss my lil nigga
Yeah that was my lil nigga
Young nigga kept a pistol
Yeah he got gunned down by the
Hands of a fuckin' lame nigga

Uh,

to talk to nobody
These niggas too lame
Sick up on the beat
Might as well order me some flu games
See the fire when you feel the kick
It's like it's Lui

We can make a movie, fuck a pilot
Seven digits, you can dial it
Yeah, we wilding Hey, I got you wilding
You can call my phone, baby, dial out
Come

played it
I'm a little different, still put that little bit of game in
My sister is the same, could never flip her like a lame, nigga

And to my niggas out

Rated R for retard, the way I get it, dumb money
Bands so stupid, a stack will drop a nigga IQ by 7 points
I fuck on that bitch then I search her up

cause I keep it on lock
Can't nobody touch me like I'm 6ix9ine on O'Block
Talking shit with my OGs wad of cash in my socks
Doing lame shit, that's a no-no

the Dude]
Bitch, we some superstars
Just doing our thang nigga, fuck the laws
Still smoking mary jane, in the back of the car
All these bopping ass bitches

Bitch I say 'Hi,' then Spider-Man with the Mary Jane
Blunt lighter and light a gram, do it every day
Any way, anywhere, any who, any how
I'mma say 'cause

to be a rockstar
Put your hands in the air
Lighters in the sky
Blunt in the mouth yea get high
Get high
Get high
Get high

Watch the time pass by
Bags

(Space Force)
(The engine is starting up)
(Alien, alien, back to outer space again)
(Fire up your engines, this rocket, this ignition)
Seven
Six
Five

I been watchin' horror flicks since the ripe age of three
I been bumpin' death metal since the age of seven, geez
Neighbor taught me how to beat it

ain't blew up yet my life more than rap
Gas prices going up they say the bows got cheap
So now when he hit the hood he taking more than three
Double r's

the times they forgot to remember me

Elevate to the top
Presidential suite
From the west of the S Y D
Got it like straight flush from a seven, three
Elevate

friends'
Damn, we been kicking it for a while
Talking about you in love with the way that I make you smile
I been busting by ass for you
Now you making me

the Mercedes', Bumping the Eighties
Cameo and Mary J
Make them all wanna lay me
On they BED and have them bumping my CDs
MP3's
In they iPods listening to me
It's

Yo pass me some Grabba and elements
I tell them Za is my medicine
Gg Sour whatever your preference
I'm smoking ounce by the hour
Daisy, flower I'm

trapped in
Your unconscious mind
Bad bitch, now she mine
Do you mind?
Harder grind
Me 'n' SOM3A, merry, pippin'
Got that Mary, I'm on a trip 'n'
Popped one