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[Verse] Ayy, bitch, you trippin', you need to stay in your place Ho, stay in your place before it get serious But can you drop it to the floor? I'm just curious She suck on this dick for so long, she delirious Don't fuck with 12, they be actin' mysterious I'm really snappin' on this song, are you hearin' this? Amiri jeans and McQueen, I be wearin' it (Yeah) I wear it once, you niggas be sharin' it I blow the money, you niggas be sparin' it Nike Air Force, got every pair in it Weed nuggets, got some colorful hair in it Homework, I was rippin' and tearin' it At home, workin', I was flippin' and sellin' it Deliveryman, I was shippin' and mailin' it Piss test, um, I'm failin' it Dump the whole clip and I won't leave a shell in it (Ayy) Dug your own hole and your stupid ass fell in it I smoke gas pack all day, bet the neighbors be smellin' it I tote AK's and Glocks and XD's and etcetera Yes, I live a hard life, smokin' weed helps me better On the couch, Call Of Duty, computer, I'm veteran Play KD in 2K, yes, I'm playing a veteran You can't show me a nigga that I am not better than Bitch, suck the sore out the dick like a peppermint Bullet holes 'bout the same size as a peppermint Stare deep in my eyes, you can tell I ain't scared of shit Warn you now, you gon' die if you trust them shits XD in the mall while I'm shoppin' and buyin' shit Comethazine don't do winin’ and dinin‘, bitch Yeah, I bought me a jet, but got no one to fly this shit Think that he fly, but I know I'm the flyestest Binocular eyes, ain't nobody flyin' this If you're wonderin' why, it's 'cause I be the nicestest Pissed at Panda, I'm like, "What kinda rice is this?" Pissed at Five Guys, I'm like, "What kinda fries is this?" Pissed at Givenchy, they don't got my size in this I set up a trap, got like 45 mice in it 45 thou' was the price of the bracelet 45 pounds, bust wrist down and I'm facin' it In two to five days I run out, I'm replacin' it In two different lanes, Hellcat look like I'm racin' it Beard growin' tough, lookin' rough, so I'm shavin' it When a nigga run up at the park, then I wave it Fear by money, motherfuckers know I'm crazy Screamin' "R.I.P Phil" to the motherfuckers, lay me Six feet under the motherfuckin' pavement Try me, bitch, that's a whole lotta bravery One deep with the XD, fuck safety *gunshot*
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