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It's Mayo! Adem, Adem, Adem. I got a plan. Understand. By the dark side too. Adem, it's raining outside. We got sticks, handguns, Glocks, nigga read the Room. Why my VVS? We all on it, gettin' Cocky, bitch read the room. Callin', callin'. I don't care if you get it In tune, get it in tune. I came with the bag in my lil' trap, It's up. Don't talk, just read the lil' room. My bitch wear the Laurent, my type. Baby turn real to Laurent. Know you got butterflies inside your stomach. It cometh, the rocket gon' be off the cone. Uh-huh. That big ol' Mac wear the Laurent. I tell you if you ain't ready, well you'll Never lose. I say don't you slide on niggas 'cause they snooze. If you read the room you Won't be cool, yeah. A nigga wanna give him my left hand. Buy some stuff for my ring need a best Man. Off the rail, coming straight at your best Man. Fuck all the guys think we at the Test, man. This a lesson, my flow do enhance Man. Don't do ten but do it the best, Man. See rappin', I don't know 'bout Batman. Hundred miles on me, count it like that, man. She wanna blow on my dick like she do For smoke. If my nigga fall in, know I'm Moving cargo. Water spill on my wrist like a Early Birkin. Bitch, I get to the bands on My early bird. Money come so they think I'm A early nerd. This some shit in my veins That they can't reverse. We gon' get on they Ass like a dirty bird. We gon' knock your Lip, on sight. We gon' knock on they ass like a dirty Bird. She gon' stretch give me line, hit her Place. My lane mean I get higher than Katy Perry. Ain't no kids better play with them tidy Skirts. She might need a refresh, might die of Thirst. Ain't no five for the I won't buy It first. Nigga right at the head like a Fucking nurse. Like man said he lick so he Dying first. We got sticks, handguns, Glocks, nigga read the room. Why VVS? We all it, gettin' cocky, Bitch read the room. I don't care if you get it tune, get It in tune. I came with the bag in My lil' trap, it's up. Don't talk, just read the lil' room. My bitch wear Laurent, my type. Baby turn real to Laurent. Know you got butterflies inside stomach. Cometh, the rocket gon' be off the cone. Uh-huh. That big ol' Mac wear the Laurent. I you if you ain't ready, well you'll lose. I say don't you slide on niggas 'cause they Snooze.