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chuck, man, you brokeer than a b_tch—man, go get some racks
like it’s mortal kombat, punch you up just like that n_gga jax
like my last fight, combat—might just stomp you out just like i’m deck
n_ggas dissing on the net, them n_ggas ass, some n_ggas whack

catch that n_gga out up in the street, i put him in a pack
wesley is a b_tch, that n_gga ugly, and that n_gga fat
3% in english—how the f_ck this n_gga even passed?
n_ggas say he a “crash,” everybody in the room just laughs

n_gga dumber than a b_tch ’cause this n_gga skipping class
this n_gga can’t rap—this n_gga sh_tty, and his n_gga ass
b_tch, i’m swerving left and right, i think i’m ’bout to f_cking crash
pop a perk up on the beat, i think i’m ’bout to do it fast

shot that n_gga in the head, we left him leaking on the dash
all these n_ggas, i’m gon’ dunk up on them n_ggas like i’m nash
i can’t f_ck that lil’ ho no more ’cause that b_tch don’t bring me cash
my b_tch got no tittiеs, but she thick as f_ck—a h_ll of ass

got her b_tch all up in my phonе, she talk about smash or pass
i might f_ck yo’ b_tch like once or twice, and then i do the dash
bet the five i put your ass in a full chain
b_tch keep calling my phone, she saying mitch jackson gone through her brain

n_gga broke as f_ck, these n_ggas asking for some change
n_ggas spin some hoes, you know these n_ggas stay the same
dissing sfg, i’m never switching on the gang
catch that n_gga lacking, i’m gon’ shoot him in his brain
p_ssy n_gga try to test me—n_gga, don’t address me
p_ssy n_gga name is wesley—n_gga, come correctly
gucci shoes on my feet, now a n_gga watch his step_y
yeah, i’m screaming, “f_ck 12,” them b_tch_ass n_ggas wanna arrest me

pop a perk and now i’m in that mode, won’t let no b_tches stress me
got two b_tches on my phone, they talk about they wanna bless me
go and stomp him up, punch him in his mouth
n_gga dissing on the net, we took his life for chasing clout

me and my n_gga, nasty_doddy, run up on him, chase him down
can’t wait till these n_ggas die so i can see their mama frown
da_do_da_d_da_d_d_d, n_gga know you is a b_tch
so why the f_ck you get a gun?

n_ggas always talking sh_t, them n_ggas b_tches run
keep a smith like i’m f_cking jaden. fat blunt, i’mma blaze it
got my jimmy out, she tryna taste it. told that b_tch to save it
bad b_tch said i’m all up in her playlist—knew i’d make it

shot him twice, he got the harlem shaking
draco get to baking, fire inside come like it’s f_cking bacon
young og in the making. she the dada, oh, that b_tch jamaican

- kappalot

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