Oh, you playin’ with that— Well, that’s good, I got a kennel
He thought that was drank, but like Judy, I remixed it
Oh, you tryna catch the bag, I can show you how to send ’em
Think you a hothead, ice you up like we with Tizzle
I can show you how to do this sh#t one night, just grab a rental
Tali high, just think I seen an opp and grabbed a pistol
I up this big-ass rocket, he gon’ think I shot a missile
He dead on the scene, he ain’t make it to the ‘spital
You know me, I’m with the Navy, we as shady as it get
I got guns for a hundred, get ’em straight or get ’em mixed
You can comе and get this sh#t or you can pay to get ’em shippеd
You can turn me straight around or I can come down there and sit
Cheah, uh, cheah [n#gg#], uh [b#tch], yeah
p#ss#-ass n#gg#s, ain’t got no love for ’em
Dropped my lil’ homie an even stack to mix the bag up
How you buy ’em— shh, yeah, that’s the rap, huh?
I’m talkin’ eight days a week, forty days a month [Real talk
n#gg#s fall out with they man ’cause they can’t hit the blunt
Man, that’s f#cked up, I’ll get to cuttin’ up
I’ll play with the prices, jack the numbers up
Scammin’ on the internet, naw, I ain’t into that
Sittin’ on the porch where I send ’em at [p#ss#-ass n#gg#s, ain’t got no love for ’em]
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