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[Intro] Urya [Verse] Run from the opps, we all on top Grass on the mop, we feel like Pac Hit a nigga up, we making 'em rock wit' it And shock wit' it like thunder I am so under, under Big runner from the gunners I'm in the cruise like I'm Connor He is my Father, loving my mother It got so hotter, turn the heat down Look at my tracks you can't see now Don't like me? Okay Its how you speak, I can't chase the fame How you so much in the way I'm in the middle of my lanes Birds are chirping everyday, no way I'm down to make something great, okay Mayday, it's a new game I'ma jus show my face, ayy Got so borеd of the incognito Let me bе free with my brain, ayy Puffing the tracks, crack rock Rub on you, your back's hot Rub on you, your back's hot, ayy, yuh [Chorus] Get out my sack, whack it like a whacker Not a rapper like I'm Supa Hot Run it up, cut 'em off Cetaphil, we making some lotion, like it's laundry, boy, they folding I walk in the building, they folded, ain't got no choppa on me loaded Get out my sack, whack it like a whacker Not a rapper like I'm Supa Hot Run it up, cut 'em off Cetaphil, we making some lotion, like it's laundry, boy, they folding I walk in the building, they folded, ain't got no choppa on me loaded [Outro] PIXELATED, 100% completed
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