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drip
Let me stab him up quickly my knife work's sick (yeah, yeah)
Jack The Ripper, I'll pack this nigga
Pull back the trigger, blow out his eyeball

ich noch auf Spotify gainen?
Geb' ihr from the back, zeig' der Thottie kein Face
Bro, du bist ein Lame, alles Copy and Paste (yeah)
Bitch, ich bin

I can't be the only one rich, I'ma be feelin' out of place
Banana clip on the micro Drac' peelin' off his face
They hear my music one time and know

just foie gras (yeesh)
Been bad since sixth-grade mixtapes
Strong back ,chest out, boy, sit straight
Big facts, leave a critic with the stink face

Puttin' elbows on the 'Scat Pack' and the 'Demons'
Call that bitch lil' boat how she carry my "sea-men"
Lay my dick on my baby while Kevin Gates singin'

Never been shy
Racks in my pocket don't do pocket knives
Wagon with no tints, that's just how I live my life
Let them see the face with no mask so they

I'll pack him off
Brodie was wanted murder gripped on his burna went tp started slapping off
How many guns have we had we had alot still
got pistols

up out the way
A nigga grew up 'round them Dracs
Look, he cappin' in his rap, I really seen murder in my face
Facts, switchin' up my jeans, a nigga

you really are
Behind the mask face stay dark
No boring willy star gleaming, dreaming
Screaming- he'll be off the heezy soon
Cunning live rats drive

like play back shit
You niggas just stop it & get that
Ya team full of squares like a six pack
Just give it a break like a kit kat
Pussy be poppin

Conspiracies melting your brain. Whatever it takes to make you feel safe. Lost love and a six pack of beer. You lay down and pray for another round. But

Start my day with a wake & bake . Pack low so I serve em shake. Got local fame so I know the hate . Done been in groups so I peep the fake. Gucci

high as fuck off the Jordan pack, sippin' on some Texas tea
How high? I'm higher than six foot seven bitch's coochie
Yes, I'm the dookie, when I pop

the side by side screaming sesh

Diamonds all in my face, no I can't see shit now
Pussy tried to ride my wave and he got sea-sick now
I held you down

a hurried haze
Glad you went home for Mother's Day
Thinkin' maybe you should pack a black dress but you're too afraid

Every mile on 65 that you don't get

on their face (why?)
Them man there watch me hard (ha)
Yeah, I know it's insane how I broke free from my chains
On the rise once again
They want more,