I know you ain’t talking to me 
You cappin my nigga
It’s obvious G
My pistol a cat 
It got nine lives already
You gone be 10th
If you walk in my presence 




I know you ain’t talking to me 
You in the den and my lions gon eat
Fuck a buffet nigga this is a feast
Put them holes in your body and peek through the blind with the heat
And I don’t give fuckkkk have em hidin like rickety cricket
I’m shooting the strap and it’s  lickety splittin
Niggas from the wig to their timberlands
Why all these niggas be acting so feminine 

Woah shit 
Hoe bitch
Niggas I’m gone off my goat shit

Bringing it back  I’m collecting my dividends 
Head on a swivel for ops that be listening 
Pistol be speaking and my hands are the middle man
All in my bag you can call me the magic man


I know niggas like you
Type to write statements like a hiku 
Hit you with the uppercut riyu 
Have you seein blood like you reppin piru
Nigga who you

I don’t know 
Put the chrom to your dome 
As you scream like home alone 
I’ll Macaulay cock this bitch squeeze the trigger now he gone
Nigga idgaf bullets run the marathon
Throw it up throw it up this the clique side that’s how we ride
prod. CLEETUS FISTER

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PRODUCER/ARTIST 
CLEETUS FISTER
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