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inside my slacks
Got a thirty tucked inside a strap
I done came up off rappin' and scams
I done came up and bought me a Lamborghini
All this bread,

rappin'
Casket, when have I run? Stab it (baow, baow-baow-baow)
We don't kill little pups, we drop big plugs, the ones that's supposed to be thugs (baow)

need 'em (nah)
I don't need 'em
I been rappin', trappin' for quid, back out the squeezin'
Niggas see me lit, now these niggas wanna squeeze it
I

Rappin' all those pebbles I feel sorry for the runners
She raised a whole waste I feel sorry for your momma
Just left the house party GSR on my

a rapper, that a man's just rappin'
Paid 5 bills for the brukky, fly that 1-2, like Aladdin
Numerous blocks man's been on don't care which opp block man's

need to see a doctor (now)
I'm seein' so much money, I can't count it proper 
Twin barrel shotgun, we shot some
They're rappin' 'bout burners, but

like Suave
(Blaow)
I'm the real top boy, no actin' (Go)
Roads or the rap ting
These niggas just rappin' (They actin')
No less than thirty in this MAC

då eller
Sen, när Cap' säger "Ru, välkommen hem"
Med lööv i hela själen FUCK Amex platinum
Jack-järn i baren till mitt harem
Keep Rappin' c'mon

Ni vet

that's the Maybach
Stop rappin', 'cause it's straight cap
If it's up, nigga say that
We been flocking at niggas since way back
So if you owe us money,

in my car (my car)
These diamonds hittin' like a star (a star, ice)
Pussy nigga, I'm a star (a star)
Pussy nigga, all that cappin' rappin'
Nigga,

(stupid)
Dougz pop out, get to squeezin', tryna get him, but, he got (grrah-grrah, boom)
And y'all rappin' 'bout chains that we took, like, if niggas

fastеr (Slayworld Soldier)
But we gon' keep that lil'
Shit on the floor
I'm rеally just braggin'
(I'm really just rappin')
We keepin' that shit

like Madden
No cappin', fuck rappin'
You know hustlin' really a talent
Bag it up, then I'm makin' it happen
She chokin' on dick like
The cinnamon

and cappin'
These niggas must think I'm
Really just rappin'
No, I won't trip out in anger (Facts)
Shooters wit' me
They won't put me in danger
Leeky shoot like

got the chance
There's no stoppin' Terrance
I mean Terrence, it's all how you annunciate
Mama heard me rappin'
Said that boy is onto somethin' great
Who

to smile
Confidence from compliments on how it compliment my style
Lunch time, niggas beatin' on tables and rappin'
Took my golds out and I put 'em inside

Yeah, stack that money too tall, yeah
Stack that money six feet
I'm in the Trackhawk Jeep with a Kapital
Fleece and the racks on me
I don't do rappin' for

good enough (You ain't shit)
Nigga say he hit my bitch, yeah
You couldn't've (yeah, you couldn't've)
You been rappin' all your
Life and you shouldn't've

When they rappin' lies, yeah
(Lot of niggas)

I'm really havin' motion
They ain't havin' motion mix it
Mix the Cuban link up with the diamond choker
I

you see me in the city hittin' corners
When you see me in the city in my black BM

They wonder why I still ain't dropped shit
I'm supposed to be rappin

makin' them pull
Their skirt up
Rhymes is like rims I poke 'em
Out into the curb up
Son, you better roll when I'm rappin'
Every of straight bullet you

And everybody got VV's and
We ain't all rappin'
This Demon only got one seat
I don't need a passenger
Come and kill a nigga team
Turn into a massacre
Switches

'cause most of these
Rappin' niggas gon' want a cup
You never seen me buddied up with
Niggas ain't the same cloth
Takin' pics, huggin' up
Tellin' stories

he can put bombs in mail
And my homie fell off, I think that his momma fine as hell
My nigga rappin too slow, I done found a snail
They had my homie