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Part 1 [Intro] KZ BKay [Verse] Beat off the drum, hit him in his high hat, no trace I don't really smoke but bro done put him in a rizzler, the ting's got bass See me in the flesh and they're tryna win gold medals, big man, I ain't got that pace Fed chase on a 125, bruck up my foot in the alley but I got away And the ped's OK, could've got caged, but I'm still slanging this weight Nuttin' was fake, you clocked like [?] I missed two times before I hit man's face And he's telling you they clocked it late, it don't make no sense Everybody's adding that K, I say 0'K, now they ain't in ends If you ain't 'bout dough, what you talk 'bout? I trap from the early morning to the stars out Skunk weed in the house, got my yard now Bitch steady talking 'bout reds, get the fuck out I'm in the trap with the line from the days that man had to get hot water from kettles Don't fuck with beef, fuck with my P's, imma push blades in vestments Clear skin boy with acne, cah' manna got bare spots Take a next life broad day, mumzy's left with more than a teardrop SA looks like he's on crack, I'm tryna splash him in his femur Knivework on fleek, goddamm, pavement's finna taste bare Rebina, akh Woulda seen [?], Rebina That's that juice coming out your coat Long time I ain't see Patrina 'Nuff man got dipped with the bitch, you know 'Nuff man got dipped with the bitch, you know OD's got the trap line jumpin' MD, I got the opp boys jumpin' They ain't tryna get sliced like pizza Woulda seen [?], Rebina That's that juice coming out your body Everybody [?] like Lee and Bobby But nobody's getting their P's up Shooters on your feet, gotta re-up OD's got the trap line jumpin' MD, I got the opp boys jumpin' They ain't tryna get sliced like pizza Part 2 [Intro] HL8 BKay [Verse] They ain't tryna get cut like their bredrin Heads in palms, got niggas just stressin' Z said he not involved But he always got something to say, see him, get him See my black face in a sweatin' MDizz over 0, I said it Make money then whip gets spended MD over 0, I meant it I got bits and bobs, that's nuttin' like the CBDs, throwback Take grub and skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, look, I been called that My tracks, they reload that, if O's in the 0, he's 'garn reload that Move food on street, bro, then reload on the C-low pack Certain man's mums are crack fiends And they're jumping on the track for a bad B Told you that the kid's got acne Re-up on 2s and you're worried 'bout a trap fiend Don't affiliate me with no patty Or any nigga that's focused on batty Dotts, tryna fill it with candy Real nigga rap, punchlines come handy The Uber man, I still use that man, it was me that you saw in that taxi Boomerang when I boom that trap, come back again for those racks, B We used to be cool, that's mad G, I'll still do that nigga on a backstreet The Uber man, I still use that man, I don't bang for my Addison Lee Pure smoke if you're cancer B, and this shit's ironic, I'm a Cancer, G Talk about works on MD, it's only brownies with hands on me Man Barcelona your bitch, tiki-taka with my Gs See the boy, I'm onto that prick, turn him pack and then I leave I don't bang for my Addison Lee, DB still get 'round there in dings 3-door or 5-door, jump out shit, or 3 1-2s just wizzin' No kiddin', dotts to your face like a Hindu, I do it like Villain Free Emz, got 9 do 4-and-a-half, lil' man's 'ready getting used to prison (Traphouse Mob) MB done did it with a kitchen Cah' the chete-cah' the chete-cah' the chete wouldn't go through Wound's just looking so butters, butters like Ugly Betty [?] looking Ugly Betty, but she's got the confidence to screw Out of 10, she's -2 Ain't worried 'bout niggas like you, chillin' on the block, waiting for a 2s If you heard DB's onto you, done told you, the pavement's finna taste juice MB's been doing up fox, tryna move all that raasclart food Nigga's crazy, nuttin' like Ku Wait