No Pillow Talkin

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[Intro] Stop rappin' my life, nigga (Come on, kid) (Come On P) Free the robbers, nigga Free the robbers, nigga (Ayy) Hey [Verse] I be talkin' to the plug, not the pillow (Not the pillow) Sprintin' back to the drugs like fuck crypto (Crypto) Fuck it, I'm corrupted, born a gremlin like I'm Gizmo The hitman my cousin, he be finger-fuckin' triggers, he a motherfuckin' nympho Hit the bitch sister and her cousin, I'm a jiggalo Get the green cases by the dozen, call me Piccolo Ring, ring, a couple hundreds call and hear that minute phone, ayy That's the dog barkin' (Dog barkin') Got the rottweiler in your apartments I walk the walk, I'm backin' up all this shit I'm talkin' This ghetto art, remind you if you heard Picasso talkin' Other side, they sellin' nothin' but some wolf tickets Second time Detroit turned on them silverspoon niggas (What?) Lil' suburban dudes I came for you, lost a fight and get your ass whipped I was raised by real gangsters, not no YouTube Before we sin, we say a prayer like granny told me to And feed the family 'til the end like I seen Pappadeaux And don't be scared to hang a friend who planned on crossin' you We came from walkin' niggas down to gettin' paid to walk through Everybody wearin' Cartis now, that's how I lost the whole Robin crew (Robin crew) (Hey, no fakin') Fuck I look like talkin' to a pillow? I don't even sleep (Fuck I look like—? Hey) Fuck I look like talkin' to a pillow? I'm at the kennel puttin' dog to sleep (Fuck I look like, real bitch?) I rap on instrumentals and I wrap up a whole ki' Put it in the rental and I sell this shit all week You lookin' for coke? Bitch, call Calvin, don't call me (Don't call me) Hey You lookin' for lows, give me a bando for OG Ayy Stand up in the visuals Mama said I need to sit my ass down Hey They think we doin' rituals 'Cause my whole family is some cash cows (No fakin') Hey (Hey) Fuck I look like givin' you a pass for tryna run G? I'm the one brought H-town to Flint like I'm Bun B I'm the one that sent that famous ho to a trick like I'm Pimp C I'm the one that sent a hit, poured a six, then another six, fucked up my kidneys Fuck another rapper nigga bitch, huh Uh Then a r— Another rapper nigga bitch (Now he wanna diss me) Both them bitches leavin', huh (Hey) Both them bitches, huh, huh (Hey) Both them bitches lick the dick and leave the hickies (They sellin' Ricky, huh, lil' bitch, hold on) Caught dog in his whip, huh, huh Caught dog in his whip Hit him in his shit, they scream "woah" like he Vicky, ayy Man, that lil' nigga broke, he need to fix it (Come on, kid) (Come On P)
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- Come On P