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[Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah I'ma talk my shit (The fuck going on, Maajins?) Stupid bitch, do not look at me bitch Talkin' down, he get popped like a zit (Like a zit) Pussy nigga, don't resist (Huh) Bitch, I'm a lord, no sith (Huh) Fuck around, just cut my wrist, fuck I didn't mean to fuck his bitch (Huh) Whole gang posted with sticks (Huh) Fuck wit' a star, lil' bitch, I'm rich Run in yo crib, nigga, what's in yo fridge? Choppa a bitch, he gon' swim like a fish We gotta whole lotta Rick (We gotta whole lotta—) [?] Bitch, nigga, no offense (Nigga, no—) Blood on my hands, yeah I rinse, huh [Verse] Don't give a fuck, yeah, I run through his fence Made what you made in Ten years off events Rock berlin Rick Owens, yeah, it cost ten I said, "Bitch, shut up, go pick up yo' friend." He tried to talk, when he meet the F&N I'm off the Wock', she screaming, "Aw man" Shoot at the mob, bitch, stick to the plan Bitch, you get cut, like a cable, no LAN Hop out the shows, yeah, I think that [?] she don't know what she sayin' Feel like Rodney, the man with the plan Boy you a bitch, you get hit with a hand Can't fuck on that ho, yeah, that bitch is a fan (Yeah) Trap tools on me, bitch it cost 10 Out of yo' hood, bitch you got ran Drop 5k, fuck what they sayin' Hop out the Porsche, I'm wippin' a pan That bitch gon' storm me, [?] at yo' man I'm in the field, fuck gettin' a tan I'm up in Paris, bitch, shoutout to Tan' He a fuck nigga, he meet me the F&N White shooter pull triggers, that nigga named Dan Rick Owen fit, bitch cost me a band I'm up at [?], spent up my advance Bitch, yeah [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah I'ma talk my shit (The fuck going on, Maajins?) Stupid bitch, do not look at me bitch Talkin' down, he get popped like a zit (Like a zit) Pussy nigga, don't resist (Huh) Bitch, I'm a lord, no sith (Huh) Fuck around, just cut my wrist, fuck I didn't mean to fuck his bitch (Huh) Whole gang posted with sticks (Huh) Fuck wit' a star, lil' bitch, I'm rich Run in yo crib, nigga, what's in yo fridge? Choppa a bitch, he gon' swim like a fish We gotta whole lotta Rick (We gotta whole lotta—) [?] Bitch, nigga, know I'm gonna do it to him Blood on my hands, yeah I rinse (Huh) [Outro] Blood on my hands, yeah, I rinse Blood on my hands, yeah, I, okay Blood on my hands, yeah, I rinse Blood on my hands, yeah, I, okay