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[intro]
(‘sace whipped this sh_t up)
(trey did this)

[verse]
he’ll get your ass wiped, don’t f_ck with him
three tennis chains on, cost a f_ckin’ m
play duck, duck, goose, see if you duck a ten
a n_gga sn_tch my chain, he dyin’ doin’ the runnin’ man
when we hop out the car, everybody got a gun in hand
i’m finna audit you lil’ n_ggas, i’m uncle sam
i’m done f_ckin’ with my daddy, but i f_ck with tam, that’s my auntie
real sh_t, i’m probably finna cut off alee
this sh_t been f_ckin’ with my mental, bruh, i can’t think
anxiety, if i ain’t got a xanny bar, i can’t sleep
variety, we got a party pack, it’s like eighteen
you lyin’ to me if you tell me them is not fake jeans
you down with me ’cause bro clutchin’ on a glock 18 with monkey nuts on it
you got fake chrome jeans, i don’t even want ’em
i had a gun on me, but i won’t even show it
he had a gun on him, but he won’t even blow it and we all know it
they put me in a hole knowin’ i’m claustrophobic
i did too much time, so i came home and bought a rollie
then i bought a sky_dweller, then i bought a ap
then i bought another one and bought my bae three
black smoke gettin’ in my eyes, bruh, i can’t see
just hit a b_tch from the c’s, raw, now i can’t pee
if he ain’t got on six_carat earrings, that ain’t ree, that ain’t me
if he ain’t got a lamb’ truck, b_tch, that ain’t me
if he ain’t got a million dollar crib, n_gga, matter of fact, this b_tch one point three
if he ain’t got a pool at the crib, that ain’t me
if he ain’t had a m, n_gga, then that ain’t ree
if that n_gga ain’t my mom he can’t spank me
i’m the reason flint poppin’, better thank me
i coulda got a gun in jail, you not gon’ shank me
you know i take it far, every time i get p_ssed off, i take a bar
then i calm down, then i settle down
he just had some purp’, he got some yellow now
he was a ja morant fan, he like lame’lo now
this b_tch been ballin’ with me ten years, ain’t got a ring, she like carmelo now
way i put my b_lls between her legs, she like ai
i stay high, up an m in cash, they said it’s ai
i believe in a higher power, i can’t die
i told you i’d never f_ck your b_tch ’cause i can’t try
m i n e entertainment, richest n_ggas out of flint, i can’t lie
caught the n_gga ridin’ on a bike, we gon’ skate by
i could do a u_turn, jump off and drop eighty_five
coulda hit you with the whole hundred
your baby f_cked up, let me hold somethin’, i hate hearin’ that sh_t
i don’t even fear god, i ain’t scared of sh_t
don’t wear fear of god, i don’t wear essentials
that n_gga beat a fed case with a paralegal
he had a hundred cal out, that was a pair of eagles
two_fifty cals, this a f_ckin’ ten milli’, it’ll flip a cow
drive the lamb’ like ricky bobby and i’m ricky’d down
b_tch, i’m on house arrest, you know that i don’t sit around
i gotta stay on my feet, i gotta move quick
i— every day i gotta do sh_t
every day i’m ridin’ ’round with two clips
if we drunk four pints, is that two_fifths?
i don’t know my math, i’m kinda high now
i kinda get sleepy when i’m— uh, alright
you get shot in your head, you better not lie down, you better not close your eyes
you know if you panic, then you gonna die
this a chrome .45
30s made me go to sleep but my bone alive
the b_tch jumped on my d_ck like she rode a bike
i got too much j on, i don’t wanna fight
i don’t wanna beat your ass, but i want your life
you try to gaffle, boys, boy, you gonna die
you try m_i_n_e, you gon’ d_i_e
you gotta sign a nda and let me see your id
before i let you in the crib, give your phone to d
and you gotta let ’em tint your car
my yn on bullsh_t, he just sniffed a bar
he bent the quarter in the h_llcat and put that b_tch in park
he shootin’ a .308, we can hit from afar
we ridin’ with a f_ckin’ sniper rifle
if i only f_ck one time, then i don’t like you
i’m a real n_gga, if you go to jail, i am not gon’ write you
but i put a hundred dollars on your book so you could buy some nikes
i remember when my bro wouldn’t let me buy no diapers
he came home, i gave him ten thousand, then a pint of wocky
keep throwin’ that sh_t in these n_ggas’ face, i feel c_cky
call me shottie d, this is shottie b
beat b’s in the slug, that’s how shotties be
you gotta load that b_tch up
if you a m_i_n_e gaffle boy entertainment, n_gga, hold your—
n_gga, hold your— uh, uh, n_gga, hold your sh_t up
n_gga, hold your wrist up, don’t get twisted up
tell the b_tch i need my hair twisted up
after she do my hair, she gon’ l!ck my nuts
your baby daddy cannot f_ck with me, i wear rick and stuff
i don’t trick enough, so i don’t hit enough
i heard they hit your brother up and you ain’t pick him up
i’m somewhere with a bad b_tch, eatin’ chicken, b_tt
i done drunk a lot of pints, i need my liver flushed
i can’t believe sosa came in my house while swish was up
then a n_gga fell asleep off bars, time i lift him up
knowin’ d_mn well can’t n0body pick your big ass up
matter fact, let me hit your cup
where the f_ckin’ ball at? n_gga, lift it up
lift the bottle top ‘fore you get your bottle popped
got off some 2pac sh_t, almost shot a cop
don’t give a f_ck what kinda gun you got, it can’t stop a chop’
i hope you know n_gga get cut in half when choppers chop
when choppers chop, when a chopper chop
when a chopper chop, it’s a chopper chop
choppa style, we in chopper city
i pull up on my mama, brought a chopper with me
pull up on my baby mama, brought a chopper with me
i pull up on my n_gga, got a glocky with me
i can’t let him see it, he might try to slide
in a lamb’ truck, i made the ass shake when they got behind me
i know i’m finna drop a tape, i wanna drop somebody
i feel like future in ’08, i’m finna pop a molly
drink some activis, i’ll smack a b_tch
i’m really havin’ this, i don’t be actin’ rich
real dope fiend, baby, i grew up smellin’ crack and sh_t
hit him in the shoulder, he did a backwards flip
b_tch, my heart gettin’ colder, you better not ask for sh_t, i’ma tell you no
you say you finna get put out your house, i’ma tell you so
you raise your voice when you in my house, i’ma tell you go
i wish a n_gga would throw a— now i’m tellin’ ghosts
they shot his ass up close, all you smell is smoke
that sh_t reekin’ through the bag, i can tell it’s dope
the b_tch asked me ten questions, all i said was, “nope”
the n_gga showed will somethin’, all he said it was, “dope”
jay asked me, “should i do it?” i’ma tell him, “go”
i swear to god
if woody walk in the liquor store, that b_tch gettin’ robbed, free my n_gga woody
a n_gga put a hit on my chain, i’m goin’ out like gucci
slidin’ out of maybeezy, n_gga tried me, i’m goin’ out like lucci
like, b_tch, why the f_ck did you just get in my car and it smell like coochie?
welcome to the mind of a maniac, i feel like boosie
my lips wet, i need some codeine, bro, i feel like pookie
twenty naked hoes in the house while i smell like dookie

- rio da yung og

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