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Bag shit, bag Of shit, bag of shit. Got That Motherfucker. Uh-huh. All I see is murder when I'm walking through The motherfucking city. Just me and my fucking dogs outside hustling, Trying to get it right. Creeping with the rod, See you reaching, I'ma end your night. Preaching to a god, leave a pussy boy in Awe. Now we gone, but don't say a word. And no matter what you see, never repeat what You heard. I been focusing on me, You just a sheep with the herd. You must not know about me, bitch, but that's Some shit you gonna Let that motherfucking bass Talk. Pussy, come and say something. I've been waiting for you, being patient. Pick your face up with your fucking brain, Huh? On the gang, don't be playing with my Name, fuck. Keep motherfucking gates up. Why you being strange, yuh? From the pen, I turn you to a stain, Huh. You a lame, fuck, get up out my Way. You must ain't know that I been riding And that I been stunting, motherfucker. Wack as shit, bag of shit, bags up under The mattress. acting shit, now I'm asking, "Is Happiness?" But it's not happiness, it's half a Fifth. The black hat masking, I'm in action, bitch. Twitch, blink, blink, then I'ma blast his dick. And I'm gon' flip and do some magic then. And watch you disappear, vanish quick. And I'll be standing there and laughing at all Of this tragedy. I'm babbling, it got me rambling Like damn, is him? play like a mandolin, I'm Damaging, I'm branching, bitch. And I see, I'ma grab the stick. But I don't even like to brandish it unless It turn into a phantom quick. But if it Hits, then we ghostin' them. So let's get little Bitch, I'm gone. Give our pull-ups range, leave they Bodies decaying. Bitch, I'm a graveyard creep, Don't give a fuck what they saying. Pop his block, leave him laying. Kick the door where you staying. Running masked up like Jason. Fuck a threat, I ain't playing. Trunk get packed up. I been my bag, I got my racks up. Got something for that front boy if he really Wanna act up. Four-five on my waist, bitch, don't get capped up. This bullet hit your head, you won't get back Up. Body drop, just let them stack up. From the dark, out the flames. Let that chopper split his brain. Lay him fucked up in the grave. Blood dripping from the chain. Pull up, masked up, let it bang. Leave him fucked up in the rain. Triple six, I'll never change. Little bitch, we not the same. From the dark, out the flames. Let that chopper split his brain. Lay him fucked up in the grave. Blood dripping from the chain. Pull up, masked up, let it bang. Leave him fucked up in the rain. Triple six, I'll never change. Little bitch, we not the same