Lil homie I got slugs
Give a f#ck about a fudd
All yo tracks are f#cking duds
I be slinging all the mud
Leave that f#cker in the dust
B-b-b#tch you had enough
B-b#tch you causing hella cuts
I get rich off fake puffs
Passion prey over my head and I be sick of f#cking acting
Packing good things
I just got a new beam
TLR-6 make a huge scene
I don’t wear supreme
Ok maybe I do
But faggot what’s it to you
Imma do what I do
And if I see you in a letterman I’m coming for you
Hydroxyzine in my blood stream so I don’t tweak
I lie about it on the paper when I’m buying hella straps
I know you lie about your paper you ain’t making any racks
Get f#cked
I might raid a f#cking opp
I might drill my f#cking opps
I be paying off the cops
Punch that c#nt
Drop you off from this earth, tell your momma f#ck you
Rocking lettermans, send your #ss to the queue
Dropping all the opps, this a new true era
No hablo Spanish, but I dropped a para
8 whole bars and I just be talking
Stalking #ss b#tches, y’all better keep walking
Me and Kibbis know we dangerous #ss criminals
Murder p#ss# b#tches, we ain’t got principles
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