Look, look
I’d be lyin’ if I said this ain’t development
Imma send my shooters, spin your block just for the hell of it
I’m smokin’ strong, you can tell just from the smell of it
I like all my women with a little bit of melanin
I’m in the jam, boy, I won’t be on no tellin’ sh#t
If you say it’s static we gon pull up, b#tch, with hella clips
She gon’ gobble on my dick just like some chicken strips
Say sorry to a hoe, no disrespect, I’m on poetic sh#t
And I’m boolin’ in this b#tch, just with a dirty stick
Hit your lady with the 1-2, boy, I’m hella slick
Talkin’ like a pimp but my #ss got like zero chicks
Glock with a green #ss dick, it look like Pickle Rick
Talkin down, we put him face down with a hunnid rounds
Even though I’m on a different beat, I’m still a villain now
Pray to God, gotta gеt rid of my sinnin’ now
Came right up from the bottom, now I got a lot of hunnids now
Put respеct up on my name, I’m scoring like I’m Dame
I be flyer than a crane, you can’t say I’m lame
Your b#tch on me ’cause of fame, sh#t, I almost came
Hit your b#tch #ss with the f#ckin’ K, I gotta hella aim, b#tch
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