Changing the tempo
Vape god dead in the mental
Incognito negro
Taking that pad with the pencil
Flagged by a fed on the desktop
f#ck that pad lock
Chilling in the scene on the backdrop
No drop top
With a chick
No backshots
Splash
Wait
Scratch that
FM plays don’t match that
Lil n#gg# with backpack on the fast pass
As I walk pass
With a glizzy imma stack racks
Keeping that green but it ain’t cash
Smokin that droe
We gone pass that
Neighbors in the south can’t trust that
Off 44
Can’t travel south no more
Like django
Count 6 shots
No range hoe
Staying 6 deep
So the Klan know
Keepin the cash on the bankroll
Packin the whip with the spliff hoe
Swished out I never miss so
Riding the wave my negros
Let’s go
Shots know
Vape god no more
No keys
No cod
Stealing the flow
Neighbors that knock on the door
Packing the heat so they know
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