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[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) Alright [Verse] I'm really stamped from my way, you can ask that Bitch got some nice-ass titties and the ass fat Pop the trunk, ain't no spare, that's where the gats at I'm ridin' in this 'Rango, this bitch matte black I've been workin' out, nigga, yeah, it's wartime I'm shootin' where it's abs at, yeah, it's core time Indoor pool, I'm talkin' NBA courtsides Atthe Staples Center with Snoop sittin' courtside Nigga got a small-ass crib, what's your floor size? I'm sendin' death threats to the cook like, "I need some more fries" Hmm, I need to calm down, where my medicine? Pour a four, then I'm goin' high, I'm talkin' hеaven-sent My bitch just hit me with thе Mace, that's that pepper scent They sayin' Kidd droppin' every week, that's that pressure, bitch Lucky to get a cheeseburger, 'cause I don't bless a bitch If dog say it's that, then I'ma press the shit When I'm out with my son, I got two straps on me Dog ain't did shit special, but I had to put them claps on him Got five PS5s 'cause I'm plugged at Sony He tried to guess my pockets, I got way more than that on me Call me Lucious Lyon 'cause I just brought that Cookie out If I ain't in the booth, I'm at the Cookie house I'm signed to a big Crip, it's like I brought Tookie out A lot of beans stuffed in her, but she still gotta push 'em out I'm a gangster, I should write this shit across my forehead I'll run up a check if I ain't have no legs I did get shot, but I went and bought some more legs His mans' casket closed, they buried him with no head Treat McQueens like some white Forces Went and did the widebody, I don't like Porsches Made a lot off shit-talkin', I don't like courses Knock the steps off the front of his crib like I don't like porches Damn, you fell off, bad bag of dope Fiend threatened to tell on me, I sold him a bag of soap Used to keep the Glock by the seasoning, that's why the cabinet broke When I was tryna hoop, I had a hoop, you can ask my coach Old lady up the street won't let me get off Niggas in Ohio, they pissed, I got some hit off I don't really fuck with these niggas like I'm Hit-olf Damn, I mean Adolf (Bum) You ain't got shit, so how you gon' brag 'bout it? All you got is that fat-ass bitch with the bad body I'll kill you and that ho with the bad body Catch it on camera, go to my hood and laugh 'bout it Every summer, one of my niggas catch a new case Take my shoes off and choke a nigga with my shoelace Lately, niggas been showin' love like they don't do hate I got four Glocks, two chops with a knife in a suitcase Yup, we finna fuck, baby, clothes off Don't nobody believe that shit, you a whole fraud I got a homie that trip like he O-Dog How the fuck you keep talkin' money and you owe dog? [Outro] Nigga Bitch, KrispyLife Stupid Fool Alright