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[Intro] You know, niggas been doin' like I been on my brain, 'cause I'm real right Bitch ass hoe, dumb bitch, look [Chorus [x2]] I told em, “I don't think, I like to paint.” They prancin' where you sleep, Jitterbugs masked up with drac’s Kel-Tec, Glock and K, KK Coop He been jumped off the stoop, got the business back stuck on boot Nigga talking out his neck, I'll be the first knock out his tooth I’m throwin’ up my set all in the club like fuck a booth These Jitterbugs the truth, they kill for me Put a nigga in a seat, I’m talkin’ ‘bout a killin’ spree Bullets stinging, I’ll strike ya, a bumble bee Got that pack off overnight, I'm black and white no referee All them crackers [?], tryna indict him soon as he free I promise when he die, I’m gettin’ a shirt sayin’ R.I.P [Verse 1] I’m finna paint the world red, so, picture this Curtains in my Phantom Wraith, swaggin’ on a bitch Cutter and a dagger, I been jackin’ wit’ my clic .40 got a dildo, this bitch came with a dick Trey 80 got a long nose, like slangin’ sticks I been with the shits since my diaper stuffed with it Dad ain’t step up to the plate, naw, ain’t raise a Jit I got one on the way, so I gotta take care of it ‘cause, I was born a hot dog, I was scared Put bullets in the wind, 4 of these shots finna hit They won't rock, no not at all, gon’ miss their kids Keep makin’ all them songs but I be everywhere with it I told my dawgs “We movin’ on from the older, watch what we sayin’. We gon’ hit the road, rock shows, fuck hoes, and set some trends.” Trey 80 got my back like we thuggin’ till the end He gon’ rock and roger that, [?] [Chorus [x2]] I told em, “I don't think, I like to paint.” They prancin' where you sleep, Jitterbugs masked up with drac’s Kel-Tec, Glock and K, KK Coop He been jumped off the stoop, got the business back stuck on boot Nigga talking out his neck, I'll be the first knock out his tooth I’m throwin’ up my set all in the club like fuck a booth These Jitterbugs the truth, they kill for me Put a nigga in a seat, I’m talkin’ ‘bout a killin’ spree Bullets stinging, I’ll strike ya, a bumble bee Got that pack off overnight, I'm black and white no referee All them crackers [?], tryna indict him soon as he free I promise when he die, I’m gettin’ a shirt sayin’ R.I.P [Verse 2] [?] they said I did I’m blacker than the average tone, so what, cuz’ I just know I’m is They think that the youngan dikes the way they brought them straps in here I stay rollin’ round with a pipe, it’s part of what I wear Aye, you gon’ die tonight, bet your life, go on and gamble with it It’s a new era, all you old niggas take a listen This a Moncler, VVS’s hittin when I’m grillin’ Pole tryna peep, wanna leak, like a faucet fillin’ Nina tryna squirt, Imma fuck her till that bitch peel it We gon’ put in work, burn the bitch, like some damn skillet Posted on your turf, we stomp your ground, everything holdin’ Bet it ain’t no less than 30 rounds, she said she not [?] [?] run around, on that nigga I bet he kept the same niggas ‘round, or he just been thuggin’ We just been some Jits, we some Mercy babies I’m so AFNF, that other shit fugaze Strapped up all my niggas like I [?] we the Navy I been earned my stripes like lil’ Tigger tiger, what you name it Now it’s time to shit on all you niggas, get the picture painted My lil’ niggas been retarded with that heavy metal stainless I provide the ammunition, tell them we’re gon’ paint it Five slide Expedition, right turn view, I ain’t thinkin’ [Chorus [x2]] I told em, “I don't think, I like to paint.” They prancin' where you sleep, Jitterbugs masked up with drac’s Kel-Tec, Glock and K, KK Coop He been jumped off the stoop, got the business back stuck on boot Nigga talking out his neck, I'll be the first knock out his tooth I’m throwin’ up my set all in the club like fuck a booth These Jitterbugs the truth, they kill for me Put a nigga in a seat, I’m talkin’ ‘bout a killin’ spree Bullets stinging, I’ll strike ya, a bumble bee Got that pack off overnight, I'm black and white no referee All them crackers [?], tryna indict him soon as he free I promise when he die, I’m gettin’ a shirt sayin’ R.I.P
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