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Gun I just cocked it
And point at ya bae

No one gets hurt
If ya do what I say
Try n reach for it
The bullets will spray
Split ya wig open
That mullet

Call that shit a slip n' slide, the way we finna dump the iron
If he try to pull up on me, we gon make his momma cry
They like Five this shit forever,

too many times before that its all about timing
Wine n dining big tits climbing step no hiding work no skiving tinch im striding
Hadron colliding fists

but to me it's a chore
Haha
G-g-gun range all her boyfriends getting lit up
Meeting all her family gonna treat 'em with a dick up
Holding up a heart,

Omo your girlfriend said she wanna link up
Said that I should go hard like a machine gun
Tori pe Ota bi ti shitor
Timba ni ko shi oma si tan
She Put

feet back on that floor
Had to shout out to D, cause you know where I'm from
Young nigga and we fighting, don't even pass me no gun
I grew up fighting in

Chinese
No rib tips or ribeye
Did shit to get by
Been fly in the jungle like I was raised on a Zip line
Ignoring people that be hating
That they can't get

block, he got to runnin
Steady mentioning my name in all your songs
You not a hunnid, go pick up a gun
And slide out right before we get to gunning
Oh, you

B E N K S
And you know you're rocking with the best
Nutten cyan test
Ready
Man start from nutten long before one pop supm
Now we lock straps by dozen

music, I look at Doc 

It’s like, Eminem’s my older brother I never got 

It’s like Tech N9ne is the only friend that I never had

Cuz I’ma king, I’ma

wanna be with you
Other bitches can't compete, they can't do what you do
Decieved by your ways, baby, I just hope it's cool
And I'll be there for you only

guns where you lay Im tired,
See the pain up in my eyes
Wish I'd cry
But right now, can't you tell a n***a can't
I been sippin' on drink
Tryna' numb my

chili pepper, i ain't got mamas gun
I been so effervescent, or so i've often sung
But all the doubtin around me don't know which way to face
The rooster

me now
Snake hoes n niggas too wanna be me now
Rap by lonely, everybody else needa crowd

Been goin through pain for my people, i leave smile
Do it for

money
Make it rain like it's spring biotch
Really must suck being stuck
Being stuck in a rut
Always fucking up n shit
Don't give a fuck
If it was me I

Them youngins' really tagging toes, getting cheese, and fuckin' hoes
I been mobbing by myself but I been chilling with the bros
I'm on to bigger things,

Ask about Racks N I told her I got Plenty
Grab me a seven and shove that in my kidneys
Crash me a cat and then whip me a hemi
Gone off the za and this

or else
They'll kick in my door knock down all of my shelfs

You niggas so weak and its fantasy
These guns real ass hell look like c.o.d
If you think bout

through the door
Don't want a little taste
Ya gotta give me some more, c'mon

Livin life like a son of a gun
5,4,3,2,1

How do you want it?
How do ya need

pardon without guns
Brooklyn Chop House, housed the short rib bao buns
I don't wait on people to tell me stuff
To rap about, I'm surrounded by make you

Who farted? For real! Somebody ripped one
By the sound of it, ya need to take a shit son
Maybe not just one, but all the shits
I can tell from

too hard, yeah I still be young
They just run, I don't need a gun, I be up high
They just want to talk about it, I just want to shoot a rocket
I'm

N I don't give a fuck
Pull up to the fuckin function
Wit the tommy gun
I'm in the pit talkin shit
Then I light it up
I'm the grave gettin laid
She

on my phone
That's a fact
So good at math
I add n' Subtract
By flipping da pack
Invest in my product
Then make dat shit back
Take that shit back
I don't