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all these motherfuckers blind like a flash bang
I ain't one to fuck with, feeling like I'm wu tang
Bought a new whip, V twelve in the trunk, no hatch

Pack, I don't try, but if I did, I'm lookin' like a four-pack, ballin' on these fuck niggas
First-round pro sack, I was up in Sak fifth, forgot where I

scored (Bu-bush)
Couldn't give a toss about law (Nope)
Niggas know CB (They know)
More time, if it was done by the 7th
It was done by me (Go ask about)
I

with no skates
No tuck i out on display
Forgetting the visine she ask why I'm tinted during the day
Like I need the new jays in a 9 please
I needa get

can't
You're controlled by your brand and
The sponsors say you're lucky 
Cuz millions have tried 
So stick to your shtick
Keep the viewers satisfied

jewelry
I know I ain't from 'round here
But y'all gon' have to **** me before I lay it down, yeah

I was on the news for knockin' him out his shoes
But

Ride 'round town, with my seat back
Have you ever seen a Draco go (brrrt)?
Pull up flexin' in that brand new Ghost
(yeah) yeah, hitters with me

that you' gone' get by me
She' useless i'm liking the way that we vibing

We slipping and and sliding
New rarri' we gliding
She sucking my soul kick her

might surf (wooh)
Gotta so wet that a nigga might surf
Don't play around with it 'cause I know what its worth
This ain't nothing new girl I know what

To a pretty little crater in the open air
It's a bright new future so don't be scared
'Cus everything glows with a
Bright green glare


Can the world ever be

that you' gone' get by me
She' useless i'm liking the way that we vibing

We slipping and and sliding
New rarri' we gliding
She sucking my soul kick her

the Playboy bunnies they sweeter than some honey
Like the new credit cards you tap them and they take your money
Selling drugs behind your store still trying

it on rock radio 
but come 'round here, get slapped with flow 
I know you know I'll take your ho 
I'm throwin' bottles, stumps and elbows 
everytime I

where ya been? Checking for your new songs daily
The wait gets worse by the week
I wonder where ya been, I wonder where ya been
I Hear it all the time,

hit the fan I got a new plan
Coz I owe money to my dealer and the Tax man
So I put it on Facebook I took my last breath
I'm Mike Balls gonna fake my own

of these rappers ain't nothing like me
The reality is you'll be back in my life when you wanna get by me
The reality is that I rap my dreams while you fast

one thing with Serato (One)
Software like a fresh pothole (It sucked)
Or getting hit by a bull (Ow)
And no MJ, Chicago (MJ)
I said there's a reason
For

Sound the alarm. Holly bells swell, toll for whom that is touched to gold.

Didn't learn from the first. Well here's the promised round 2, to be

got hte OG of this swag shit
He goes by the name a fuck it

Yeah yeah yeah yeah your shit be fake like a toupe
My shit be fresh like a new day
You can't

you pass me round?
You wanna hurt Irina?
End up with a nasty wound
Lip bust, blood quick
Wanna brag ya mouth? (Uhuh forreal!)
But, I'll never do it

Istasha, this shit fucking sucks

Changes stuck in that cage, stake right through me to my face
Now dead by Everest, numb my set, now sticking up
Pinned

RTD dropped we made a new hit
Don't worry bro because you ain't got a permit
Trying to bag Molly when she grinding up on Schmidt (that's Luke by the way

Yeah for goons only nigga
Drive-by music bitch yeah, hey watch this
Hey if you strapped put ya hands up homie
Look, see what I'm talking about
Even

with nobody, bitches shameless
I'm just trying to stack me up a chip so I maintain this
Stuck up in a crowded room, surrounded by these faces, nameless