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Niggas acting like We ain't started this shit. Like, like, like You didn't have this and think, "Yeah, I wanna do what P's do. I wanna spit on a Karn's beat." But nigga, you ain't wavy. What you gonna say, fam? Uh, I get the work off like Labor Day. Call me Denzel, this is Training Day. Had an ounce last night, I got an eighth Today. One shot, one kill, fade away. Uh, got bars for a rainy day. This is semi-automatic rap, I was made to slay. From the jailhouse, I'm just a sailor mate. Swag's on autopilot, sail away. They tried to take my style, but it's tailor-made. I ain't a hero, I ain't come around to Save the day. Nah, see I was country saving Gauge. Now I'm the savior of rap, Save the wave. I think you pagans should pay homage. Nice tray, eight honest, I'ma turn your face Porridge. They told me take a bow, But I remain honest. Son, the game's horrid, hold your face solid. Ayy, back on my trap ish. Can you match this? Still throwing kitties food like, "Catch this." Jakes can't touch me, cactus. Ayy, back on my rap ish. Already lapped you, now I'm moving backwards. They said I'm outer space, I'm off the atlas. They say I spit fire, where the matches? Rappers ain't half of me, like 2Q. We the same G's, this ain't a new crew. My brother H Gunner show you what the ru Do. Leave you blooded out, we call that suwu. Fuck me and you too. My youngers still Pokemon, like Mewtwo. Got a bad bitch, she know Holston, just to Boo too. We post the funeral on YouTube. I don't come with nothing small, don. It's got a huge tube. So when it pop, you should duck, goose, Goose. You know I like to rock my Trues loose. So the belt's the same color as the Gucci Boots. Got enough dons, I don't recruit troops. I got enough songs, I don't do groups. And I can give you corn if you don't Do fruits. One time for Karn's on the beat, He's a loose screw. Ayy, back on my trap ish. Can you match this? Still throwing kitties food like, "Catch this." Jakes can't touch me, Cactus. Ayy, back on my rap ish. Already lapped you, now I'm moving backwards. They said I'm outer space, I'm off the atlas. They say I spit fire, where the matches?
Youngs Teflon — Trap Shit
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