dat boi talking all his show
he think he gang on the phone
we finna whipe his nose
we leave his body on the snow

he thinks he al capone
yo bitch she work below
why u biting my glo
dont ask for shi when i blow

i aint no broke dont pay for me
i got bb on my body bih
scamming 9-5 das my only cheese
all my racks invested in smoking green

why you run your mouth
talking all out loud
got his ass in the crowd
yo ass got no crown

we pull you like a clown
bullets come around
yo shi packing down
my gun packing loud

we finna rock n roll
told dat bih come on
she kno all my songs

she want all my sons
told dat hoe im done
she a thing for funs
but i aint taking nones

racks on me, they buying all my lean
better believe, we going up from here
pole on me, watch out for them feens
u mad fo me, cuz im always on yo feed

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