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[intro]
off a lotta pills, bro tryna k!ll
if you know, you know
n_gga say you dead, that’s what it is
n_ggas run they mouth like hoes
but turn fed when sh_t get serious
i just call my bro houdini
how he make sh_t disappear

[verse]
b_tch, if you know, you know
i could name a couple n_ggas died
and a few more that got they ass beat
’bout what i put in lines
n_ggas used to throw them hoes
go buy a glock, get with the times
i’m just tryna put you on
b_tch, i don’t say sh_t just to rhyme
and just ’cause n_ggas go deactivate they page
don’t mean they slidin’
ain’t you know rule number five?
shut the f_ck up
stay alive
number six
don’t get in that mix if you just wanna drive
if you really ain’t on sh_t
you better not post up with them guys
n_ggas played
i told bro ‘nem “cool, let’s see how sh_t go”
let it bang
see a n_gga move, just put sh_t on the floor
say it’s up
so how the f_ck you gassed out
you don’t want smoke
like what the f_ck that p_ssy n_gga talkin’ ’bout
that boy a hoe
bro been on drill after drill
like he do construction work
he poppin’ pill after pill
i thought they wasn’t even percs
i told them n_ggas leave me ‘lone
i’m in my zone
you gon’ get merked
bro put that bag on yo’ head
ask yo’ mama what you worth
it’s wintertime
put that n_gga on a sweater
f_ck a shirt
say he straight up out the mud, right?
so he gon’ love the dirt
say on yo’ mama i’m gon’ die
b_tch, you better hug her first
my bro ain’t never did no dope
i swear to god, he love the work
i tell him slide
he say “okay, let me grab my sh_t”
if n_ggas talk too much, he shut ’em up
man, that’s what they get
n_ggas barkin’
like they with that sh_t
’til they ass get hit
rule number seven
i don’t give a f_ck
you should’ve kept yo’ stick
gang ‘nem say they bend blocks
you ain’t get shot?
then they must ain’t slid
police say they been hot
don’t ask me sh_t
i don’t know what they did
send bro to heaven’s gates
hope that’s yo’ favorite place
’cause that’s where you ‘gon live
this sh_t on the waist
put fye straight to the face
if bro come off the hip
never had a m
i started rappin’
watch how this sh_t happen
chris angel
they caught his ass in traffic
now he gone like magic
2025, b_tch fix yo’ tv
you don’t want no static
while you still alive
better fix yo’ keyboard
and quit all that cappin’
[outro]
i could rap all day
’bout the same n_ggas hatin’
never gave a f_ck
might get yo’ daughter gone
this sh_t like taken
are what you eat
n_ggas in that room
they turn to bacon
i done gave y’all all the time you n_ggas need
just can’t replace me
d_mn
(somebody tell them n_ggas pay me)
(did my research)
(you in all that work)
(ain’t got no paper)
(tell them boys i’m seasoned in this sh_t)
(they ain’t got no flavor)
(since you with that sh_t)
(jump in that water like jamaica)
(ybf)

- ybf k sauce

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