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[Intro] Uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah [Verse 1] Treat this shit like a game, get on my level High as fuck while you down, we do not settle Watch me cook up the bars like it's hot metal And I’m cold, you can tell I'm a cool fellow Don't forget who go up like a pull lever Make your bitch give me brain and she’s so clever And I knock with the bass while you so treble Eat my dick, you disgrace, hope it's all settled In the chain of command and I still peddle I'm a stone and you more like a small pebble And I love how you mad like a small fellow And you going out bad, that's on all levels And I keep it one hunnid, I could keep it going and get in between like a marshmellow When I leave, it's a drop like fall schedule While I still make it pop like a hot kettle [Bridge] Where they at? I come to attack I get 'em on wax, murder on tracks Know-it-all facts, never no pass Smokin' on packs, and we on fast Gimme that, an unopen pack We fill it racks, I get in my bag Keep gettin' you back, that quarterback sack I feel ’em out stat, I’m peelin' out past [Verse 2] And I’m still with that mallet to bash I'm so fly, I just might have to crash I'm the shit like you wipin' your ass And I’m smokin' on weed like grass We don't toke on the weed out glass Stop sippin' that lean so fast I don't need what you need so bad PEDs for the rap game trash And I'm back with a mofuckin' anthem Black baggin' this shit like ransom And these rappers pop up at random Then you turn to the full-blown fandom And you eat up that shit like candy And I promise you niggas is cancer With a grip on the cold of my handgun While I keep it on lock like a password Thought I stopped but I'm not even close So you might as well jot down notes 'Cause I'm teachin' you niggas the ropes While I'm tunin' technique like a coach I won't die like a goddamn roach I'm so dirty but slick like soap I just keep on my grip tight throat Then you die when I clinch my choke [Interlude] Uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah Uh, yeah, haha, yeah Uh, hey, yah, hey, ayy (Uh), hey Yeah (Uh), uh (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) My clique not gon' stop me (Yeah, yeah, watch this) My clique not gon' end up stop me (Bitch) Uh, yah [Verse 3] Full-blown menace My flow change up, your's don't I don't care how you stay ganged up Cut-throat, that's the way I was raised, thank God Full cult, that's a fanbase I gained on the go I'm the GOAT, you cannot understand what I wrote, on God I don't wanna talk like y'all sit far I came alone while you still in the car Spent two racks on a new computer Just to make sure you're not on par I spent the day shit-faced at the bar You cannot face me or face God Either way, face me, you'll face one Open up, phase two, done phase one Open up once more and just be done I could just rip you, it'd be real fun I could just rip you, it'd be real fun, pussy [Outro] Ha, ha, ha, ha, huh (You know who you are) Ha, ha, ha, hahahaha Hahahaha, huh, ha, hahahaha (Hahahaha) Huh, ha, hahahaha (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Huh, ha, ha, Fukkit (Yeah)
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