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No cap Keep my 40 on me For a fake nikka I got murder on my mind Feel like I’m melly nikka Cross me wrong And get hit right Without a caution You not a boss You a runner Quit all that talkin Catch me dolo Stackin chicken Fuckin bitches This dick ain’t for free So they pay me like tuition Keep on wishin I ain’t goin six feet under These hollows will have yo fam Dressed up like it’s Sunday service Real nervous Everytime I send a fire pack Feel like they watchin me Make sho you call the Bama trap don’t double back Wen I got money on the line I don’t repeat myself hear me the first time I don’t smoke weed Just drink a lil Hennessy If the bitch is bad I tell her baby bien ahkey Out of Mexico She say she from Jalisco She got a plug on the dope And It’s ready for the low A introvert So I don’t fuck wit to many ppl Some call me evil But fuck it That’s my demeanor Bitch I’m single Out here fuckin Bad bitches wit money Nikkaz bummy We laughin at you Bruh the shit is funny On a side note Watt you need Tell me watt you need I got the pills, I got the pow, I got trees I Don’t do half’s You got to get it by the P You got to get a boat If you boppin from me That’s on the gang Fake nikkaz You can not hang Down imperial Head on a swivel Slidin wit that thang I’m in a benz My brother right behind me In a scatpack Her nikka hit her phone Like bruh I want my bitch back I don’t want her Just got this bad bitch From Medellin She got a plug on the pow And it’s squeaky clean Got to get my passport Next flight is a go Just found a great price on that hella pure coke