Aye, aye, aye, aye
Trap b#tches know that i’m strapped up
〈.?.〉 with yo’ chick, i be givin’ her back rubs
I 〈.?.〉 the water, b#tch, just like bathtub
〈.?.〉 and you might get passed up
〈.?.〉, boy, if you don’t back up
No, i will not put the mac up
Hoes comin’ in through the trap spot
〈.?.〉 of a laptop
〈.?.〉 that’s some crack rock
I got muhammad ali in my back drop
My drip is gon’ flow like a rain drop
These bullets gon’ sting, f#ck yo’ paint job
83, man, they said i did a great job
Baby bottle, yeah, i fill it up with straight drop
Boys in blue, no, my body, yeah, i kill cops
Yeah, we caught ’em at the light, at the pit stop
Smellin’ codeine ’til the motherf#ckin’ piss stop
No handcuffs, i got no restraints on
〈.?.〉, choke that b#tch all day long
〈.?.〉, my boy, he call me from the payphonе
Everyone want somebody to hatе on
Dollar bills, i be chillin’ with a stripper b#tch
Like i’ma put you on a 80 if you ain’t hip
c#ck back with the gun then i aim, rip
Wanna be the one, boy, i swear you ain’t sh#t
Lace zips that’ll really make the k hit
Different universe, i be on that strange sh#t
And yo’ cousin died, i am who arranged it
Ain’t no motherf#ckin’ p#ss# on that lame sh#t
Hellcat, b#tch, watch me lane switch
All these motherf#ckin’ bullets make his brain twitch, f#ck ’em
Aye, i just smoke him like a cigarette
Ever wonder what i’m doin’ ’cause know i’m next
Because, b#tch, i got ocd, and i got shrooms
Hatin’ on me is what i do
Don’t keep it all true when i got moves
True blue 3’s on my roots
And she really my b#tch if she wanna go merk
Passin’ them 〈.?.〉 ’cause i’ma go merk
And she poppin’ off like narcotics
I can never f#ck with a nuisance, b#tch
And if you know i really f#ckin’ got this
Everybody that i know in a coffin, uh
And i feel so heartless, b#tch, you is the target
And i’m in the dark, with my blade, with a sharpie
b#tches talk a lot, and you know i got 〈.?.〉 on the block
〈.?.〉 with the hades on his block
〈.?.〉 will never be a mob, i can’t f#ck with opp
So many bullets in his throat when he 〈.?.〉 dodge, chevy
Bodies in the parkin’ lot, i’m ready
Who got 〈.?.〉, my clip got empty, aye
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