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[Intro] What? Hey Manny, Hey Manny Yeah, shadigg? Bah, bah, bah Swerve, yeah Brrr, uh [Verse] I got the water like Squidward Spin a bin, swipe right, Tinder White girl, nigga, I'm serving that Linda Boy I jugged more niggas than I follow on Twitter, yeah Hotboy, bonfire KKK, I might put a nigga on fire AR-15 and that chop hold a lot, my arms tired Pass me your Smith & Wesson, I forgot mine Undertaker, give your brother a tombstone I keep a dog like that nigga named Pluto Hit his parents, send that boy to a group home Dump his body off to Mars, no Bruno, ooh Bitch, I'm a boss, Hugo, ooh Chopping them bricks, Judo, ooh Back up hoe, you too close, ooh You shot him? Good job, kudos Hello? I got an idea Cut off his head, sell that shit to IKEA I got stripes like I'm serving them zebras Clip on my hip, he wanna meet ya' You a broke boy, nigga, I ain't doing no features Your block cold, nigga, I might slide with a heater And nigga you a bitch, you remind me of Madea I'ma run up in your house, tip-toe, ballerina Lil' nigga mad 'cause he got re-rocked Third grade jugging, took a nigga G-Shock Real trap nigga, lean in my teapot He home too early, lil' nigga, he hot Stop saying you omerta, lil' nigga, you hot Boy I know I'm really trapping, lil' nigga, you not He got shot in the whip, now we call him 2Pac I ain't need that clip, only took two shots I stay with two niggas, Boondocks Strap on my shoulder like a boombox I put the dog in my shoebox Bro got that gas, baby, you swapped I got my shooter on the rooftop Said I ain't real, nigga, who not? We finna backdoor, who knocks? I got that stick, nigga, who boxing? I give a zip to my teacher, no cap He must win an Oscar, he keep on acting 21 goons with me, I'm a savage Heard he a Boy Scout, where his cabin? He said he got a gun, but I bet he won't grab it I'ma take it like Debo, nigga, I ain't asking My brother be robbing, I ain't talking Baskins Gucci bag, 'cause we all about fashion I keep a .380 in my backpack We gon' turn your man to a hashtag I'm a McDonalds shooter, with a big MAC We gon put him on TV, I ain't talking Flapjack Red beam on your head, snap back Aye big dog Johns, where the MAC at? Red beam on your head, like a snap back 7.62, I'ma shoot where his back at [Outro] Yeah, Hey Manny, ooh, uh, uh Hey Manny, ooh, uh We serving, two xans I'm serving, your gran, yeah Swerve man Take his money like Birdman, yeah Brrr, ha ha
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