My wrist frozen, got big gas my sh#ts potent
Forty toting, wet your block my pistol smoking
Ain’t no motive, I pour a four, I’m sipping potion
My system slowing, I’m doing what they said I couldn’t
He said he was gonna bust but I knew he wouldn’t
Got my chain from Cuba but I’m not talking gooding
Straight overseas import, yeah I see you looking
Did some things I shouldn’t, but I guess thats in the past now
Got a little older, gotta lil’, gotta lil’ cash now
Got a new benz and a Glock in my lap now
I f#cked your girl raw, call that Monday night smackdown
Ooh, they heard I serve crack now, why the f#ck you asking
Ain’t no one bout that action, ain’t nobody really savage
He won’t fight me one on one, ain’t that just some f#cking sad sh#t
It’s funny that I Just servеd some fentanyl to my last b#tch
They straight еdge, ain’t never have it but I make them all some addicts
My junkies got me cashing, copping balenciaga baggage
Your b#tch is on my line I’m bout to leave her p#ss# ravaged
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