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Nigga, you a bitch, I can see it in ya eyes You ain't shootin' shit, nigga, quit it with the lies If we can't get to you we takin' it out on ya guys Security at the front door so we came through the side Hollow tips leave a nigga head open wide I just know why she get her mouth open wide I got peanut butter on the inside, grape jelly outside Niggas wolf on the Internet but they never outside Know everytime we ride somebody gonna die Pussy nigga, if you had a fly swatter prolly wouldn't see a fly die Hittin' Neiman Marcus, I'm out shoppin', I can't help it, I'm a fly guy I hit the yola with the bakin' soda watch it change colors, tada I hit the stew with the booth up, leave the rap game with a black eye I kill a nigga in a Taylor suit like James Bond with the bowtie If you want beef, drop location, we meet, I don't fear no guy Can't gangbang on the keyboard, in a street war when you gonna die I'm breezing through cruising in my whip, bae Won't you let me fuck you in my Mercedes? Yellow Russian paint, yeah, my shit licorice I'm laughin' to the bank, this money got me ticklish I water whip a white bitch, I got wrist in it I'm in a foreign, windows tinted, got ya bitch in it I fuck this rap game like I got my dick in it She a yellow thick bitch, I like how she switchin' it These rap niggas too soft, good at tickin' me off Bitch, I ball like the Super Bowl, I'm kickin' it off Balmains filled with blue cheese I got the blues, new whip 22, Forgie tennis shoes Why this X pill beat my ass? MMA Why this redbone bitch tryna be my bae? Kick her to the curve, send that bitch on her way Get like foenem on the curve, nigga, you in my way Gold Cuban links cost a 100K-K-K I don't fuck with niggas like I'm with the KKK Me and Ye ridin' 'round with a K-K-K I kill ya like I'm stuck in a doll from Child's Play Nigga want beef, we can meet Out here somewhere in the streets I got double G on my feet She hungry for my dick, she can eat Give a doggy bitch a doggy a treat She always beggin' you for leech Hard boys runnin' for police I got shooters Outwest, North, South, East Like 2Pac, I'm from the Westside High broke from the left side Off set ridin' 24, I got 23 on the front tire Hit ya bitch from the backside You told me that's the best side Bad bitch with some good brain Good head till her neck tire I'm shootin' shit NCAA Ridin' 'round with a 5-9 Blue tips in a new whip In a old school like back in the day Old school like back in the day