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(intro)
(llj)

(verse)
pipe down, glock got six rounds he od’d on the comeup, almost threw the mic out
that boy childish postin’ up at the playground got shot from afar i couldn’t put the sight down
ain’t no lana (?) pavin’ mo’ roads, got a hairy girl!?
i don’t know hoes, is it a b_tterfly or is it a 4 door
all the way down, that boy getting too low
f_cking in the elevator, on the comeup
got caught lying bro said “l” bro thats tough
bl!ck to his t__th, this sh_t a big 223! stick to the bl!ck like glue i’ma never let that dude on the scoop
kicked to the curb, throw some curds call him (?)
he ain’t got this machine turn him to a mystery
replace the lean with some green tripping listerine why are you calling me?
i’ma make him history
she givin’ sloppy while i’m half hard, wet cement
we all makin’ threats against his success
he got no security he ain’t the god_mn president
sagging in his skinny jeans tryna dress to finesse
why they always judging on the shoe and not the foot
why they always judging on the writer and not book
never touchin’ the powder that sh_t got me shook, that sh_t got him cooked two pills is all it took
he gon’ make it out the sewer, thats what clown’s do
gotta pipe down ’cause you know, i’ll shoot
d_mn get it on tape (?)
catch him on the bus it’s early dismissal
gotta thank god for these condoms, bagged so deep found fries at the bottom
matte black whip but i don’t live in gotham
it’s just a couple still wish he ain’t bought them
post up in close prox, he ain’t got no twin glocks
i dont f_ck with hoes no thots
air force’s these ain’t flip flops
(chorus)
kicked to the curb throw some curds call him poutine
got this machine turn him to a mystery
replace the lean with some green tripping listerine why are you calling me?
i’ma make him history
she givin’ sloppy while i’m half hard, wet cement
we all makin’ threats against his success

(verse 2)
(okay)
he got no security he ain’t the d_mn president
sagging in his skinny jeans tryna dress to finesse
why they always judging on the shoe and not the foot
why they always judging on the writer and not book
never touchin’ powder that sh_t got me shook, that sh_t got him cooked two pills is all it took

(outro)
rip xander ohler deans
long live jack dan (on gang)
(fuh fuh fuh)

- bcnxtrd

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