Still smoking on your dead mans, n#gg# in my f#ckin’ lungs
How you slipped up? p#ss# n#gg#, you get f#ckin’ hunt
Run up 〈.?.〉 with a .40, hundred round drum
And my whole squad full of killers, you get f#ckin’ stomped
Y-You is not my mans, lil’ n#gg#, you can’t hang with us
You can hold the clip, n#gg#, you not gonna shoot with us
If you wanna hang then you best be ready to die for us
If we go and catch a f#ckin’ body, better lie for us
n#gg#, I’m a rockstar in the motherf#ckin’ flesh
If you wanna try to kill me, you better try your best
Yeah, I’m finna take 〈.?.〉, to the test
If I put a gun to your head, what you finna 〈.?.〉
〈.?.〉 smoking thrax
〈.?.〉, stop the cap
And I’m f#ckin’ on your lil’ shawty, yeah, she throw it back
And I’m countin’ straight bands, yeah, I feel like 〈.?.〉
And I got your shawty over here, I’m finna break her back
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