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[intro]
(last name hendrix, what up out here?)
uh

[verse]
i ain’t even post in two months
i just been locked in my zone, in the cut
just counted two hundred, we still goin’ up
ran up a whole hundred bands in a month
really no cap, man, that’s word to my son
can’t hit her raw if that b_tch ain’t the one
changed up my ways, i ain’t postin’ with guns
changed up the state, we still smokin’ on runtz
traffickin’ place probably ran through a ton
trappin’ for real on the block ’til it’s done
too many drugs, i see cops, gotta run
auntie a fiend, she put rock in her lungs
don’t give a f_ck, b_tch, you coppin’ or what?
no time to talk ’cause i stay in a rush
jrue holiday how i play with the bucks
i know it rain, so i’m savin’ it up
i know it rain, so i’m savin’ it up
ayy, ’cause this sh_t here get tricky
keep it with me ’cause sh_t could gеt sticky
i’m in saks with my b_tch with the bl!cky
hundred shots when i ridе through your city
’cause these n_ggas tryna you like 50
now these n_ggas tryna do you like ricky
n_ggas envy, i stay with that glizzy
n_ggas envy, i stay with the draco
i got real ones from west end to clayco
i got n_ggas bang crip on the payroll
i was flyin’ that work from the bay though
my lil’ man caught a— shh, gotta lay low
hope n0body don’t know, gotta pray though
my lil’ b_tch just flew in from la though
yeah, that booty so squishy like play_doh
uh, gotta hit from the back when i see her (yeah)
had to run up my trap off the meter (yeah)
i was trappin’ that heroin, that ether
i was sellin’ that sh_t to my people
f_ck them n_ggas, get money with demons
got a lil’ b_tch, she put dope on that needle
watch the blood come right down like mosquitos
used to sell my lil’ weed in the diesels
in the yams with your ho eatin’ seafood
hollow tips in the clip, but it’s see_through
bro said he want you dead, i’m like, “me too”
my lil’ b_tch know my bible dorito
i’m a boss, i don’t do sh_t that he do
run a bag off a staff on a free throw
house arrest, call your b_tch up for deep throat
jig got motion, sell pints, rockin’ vlone
got a plug with a ball, get no chemo
want a verse, he tryna give me a kilo
got an artist, he think he gon’ be somethin’
i was pourin’ that drank, knockin’ beast mode
rockin’ dolce, got loubs on my feet though
shoot a movie, next night, do the sequel
fourteen bricks, man, i need it like rico
had the people tryna give me the rico
try to raid, shoot a cop through the peephole
rock amiri, know bro got the heat though
roll with k!llers, like shark, they gon’ eat you
you ain’t sharp in the hood, they gon’ beat you
he a fiend, he gon’ die for that diesel
my lil’ man tote that sh_t like it’s legal
i go right in that booth, get medieval
from that porch, you won’t know when i meet you
pull up dips on the yard, me and vino
i can’t ride on that b_tch like vin diesel
got my weight up off noodles and meatloaf
now i’m back rockin’ chrome like an emo
cuban on me, got water like nemo
f_ck around, i’ll still sell you a demo
i was baggin’ up grams of perico
mami plug and she call me bandito
i ain’t f_ckin’ with none of you pendejos
had to build up my form like some legos
and my b_tch hold the glock in stilettos
n_ggas cap like they pops is geppetto
i’ma swerve in a drop through the ghetto
i’ll take tris or the wock’, it’s whatever
he got percs on the block, but it’s fentanyl
[outro]
i knew the perc’ was fake, but i still ate it

- retch

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