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[Verse 1: Brodie James] What ya, what ya really tal'm 'bout bullets Team fo' real, my team gorilla When I step up in the booth I'm a [?] If you talkin' about cd then there ain't none bigger No way to stop me, I roll wit the posse, they talkin' so cocky But work is so stroppy, you blame it all on me, she callin' me papi Caught smokin' the strong and then shout out to bobby Shout out to [?] , plenty of clips I got ammo Shoot at [?] wit' no camo I keep it lit like a candle, there ain't no shit I can't handle And that's just the truth, everybody wanna see me make it, 'til I make it, then they all wanna take it How the fuck you runnin' out of patience, you ain't got an occupation I been doin' this since I was in the basement Tell 'em to drop it all, how you gon' fake your persona, I'm smellin' a bitch ass aroma I thought that I told ya that I can not fuck wit' no [?] so knock it off What the fuck is you talkin' bout? Twisted just hit me, he told me to kill this, I did this with real shit I'm smellin' a hymie, I'm catchin' a body, next time I just chalk it all [Verse 2: Twisted Insane] You comin' from the money but I'm comin' from the slums People always tip 'em when I'm sleepin' with the bums Like I'm with the money but not friendly with the guns I sit up in the alley when I'm drinkin' on my rum Woke up in a bin and bitch I'm here to have some fun Take the heater, take a trip, I'm feelin' wicked off of shrooms Room, me and the millimetre, really feel like I was deep in Hen and ain't no tellin', maybe I be doin' it soon Throw it up behind the back do' Don't nobody want no yack, no Niggas don't be talkin' 'bout shit People get to pass it up, but I be showin' I'm da poet, I be there be throwin', I be layin' in piss Give it to you as you wish it, function Soon and you go jumpin' Feel it movin' through my body, heart is really pumpin' Everybody on the beat and ain't nobody dumpin' All you niggas wanna rap but ain't nobody bumpin' And I bring 'em all to the roast Woke up in a room and they get tossed with the hoes When I'm in a state, I can't talk, I'm a ghost All I wanna do is watch the Lyric Boss videos If you wanna come and then get sauced here we go Pop another one and we gon' be sick, then I might stick Light her wit a lighter and a match, I got it brackin' nigga we gon' be lit, nigga!
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