baby know it hurt, i make it right doe
i get inna’t pussy, make you high doe
nigga, you could run, but you can’t hide doe
bitch, i’m standing tall just like the eiffel
bitch, i’m with my shooter, with my rifle
bitch, i’m number one, i ain’t got no rival
i could never settle, pick the right hoe
niggas lookin’ up to me, might write a bible
money always coming, it’s a cycle
i like you, baby, i only want you
they call me for GTA, i feel like michael
bitch, i’m with my gang, with my disciples
nigga, you don’t know me, what i won’t do
i don’t do all that talking, lemme show you


let me show you why they call me rifle

my team, we got hella sticks, why would we fight you?
when i was eleven, i was looking for a real crew
now that we got bread, i been searching for the right tool

shawty, don’t be lame, i’m not tryna hurt you
don’t forget my name, i’m tryna spoil you
fuckin’ wit my gang, i’m tryna purge you
it’s so much positivity, we fixinyou

i used to get way too high, was in the moon
so much on my mind, i used to hate that school
niggas always lied, know that shit ain’t new
somebody gotta die, that’s just the truth

we ain’t duckin’ beef, hella clips on you
i be running with some fangs who could slave you
that shit make me sick when niggas don’t wan’ tell the truth
boy, you know my fuckin’ name, ain’t had no rival
this hoe playin’ games, i can’t wife you
nique had put me on, and now we top two
finna go up, it’s fuck a rival
from the four, this shit our home, we so tribal

no rival w/ nique

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no rival w/ nique

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