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King on the beat. Yeah. Ah, Ah. I know this ratchet-ass Kalish, She gotta wa, wa, wa. Ah, ah. I know this ratchet-ass Kalish, She gotta wa, wa, wa. Pussy bustin', I go Fanta, grab the mop, mop, Mop. Leave a nigga shell-shocked, I get busy with The Glock. She like, "Five months, where you at?" I'm on the block, block, block. Know this ratchet-ass Kalish, she gotta wa, wa, Wa. Pussy bustin', I go Fanta, grab the mop, Mop, mop. Leave a nigga shell-shocked, I get busy With the Glock. She like, "Five months, where you At?" I'm on the block, block, block. Bitch, I'm off the block where it get hot, Hot, hot. She say, "You actin'," hop in the Car, I shoot your Glock, Glock, Glock. She askin' how I get paid, we up the Trap, spot, spot. She like a dog the way She lock up on a nigga, I tell her, "Stop." I'm on the run, baby, I always keep Some guns, it's fuck the cops. You want a Son, baby? Hell nah, just suck this cock. I know y'all see me at the top, we Have fun, we can't stop. Hell nah, we can't stop, man, hell nah, we Ain't gon' flop. I'm in my first forty bands, I'm talkin' spicy, I mean hot. Made my first ten bands up off the block Hittin' them pops. Made my mama happy and I Just hate when she start cryin'. Start doin' them drugs back to back, feel like I'm dyin'. Start throwin' that shit on mix, match, Okay, I'm flyin'. Everything I do, it take patience And it's timin'. Hop up in that coupe, I Hit the side and I recline it. Fuckin' gas, that shit is violent. There ain't no tintin', bitch, we private. Know this ratchet-ass Kalish, she gotta wa, wa, Wa. Pussy bustin', I go Fanta, grab the mop, Mop, mop. Leave a nigga shell-shocked, I get busy With the Glock. She like, "Five months, where you At?" I'm on the block, block, block. Know this ratchet-ass Kalish, she gotta wa, wa, Wa. Pussy bustin', I go Fanta, grab the mop, Mop, mop. Leave a nigga shell-shocked, I get busy With the Glock. She like, "Five months, where you At?" I'm on the block, block, block. And I got Glock, Glock, Glocks for all these Opps, opps, opps. Fresh to scene, I never stop 'cause I got blicky, not a stop. He clutchin' on it, he got popped, high speed On they block. And I could drop like twenty Bodies and I still won't trade the mop. Any nigga that can't bust, he got creamated on His block. Late nights to early mornings dedicated To this chop. I pour a six up of That Twix until my stomach go corrupt. I bent the corner in that thing, man, you Niggas better duck. Ayy, no house parties, If we slay, we lit it up. All them niggas really bitches, yeah, they know What's up with us. Could've caught him from a Distance, he ain't see me creepin' up. Got this one bitch in her feelings, baby, I'm Just tryna fuck. She said she could've been the One, I told her, "Bitch, you must be dumb." I'm still on the block, baby, I'm in love With totin' guns. I been through a lot, lady, This the life of a thug. You live fast and die young, you live fast And die young. I know ratchet-ass Kalish, she gotta Wa, wa, wa. Pussy bustin', go Fanta, Grab the mop, mop, mop. Leave a nigga shell-shocked, I get busy with the Glock. She like, "Five months, where you at?" I'm on the block, block, block. Know this ratchet-ass Kalish, she gotta wa, wa, Wa. Pussy bustin', I go Fanta, grab the mop, Mop, mop. Leave a nigga shell-shocked, I get busy With the Glock. She like, "Five months, where you At?" I'm on the block, block, block. That's a pussy, get to steppin' in the motherfuckin' Glocks. Bought a Beamer for the dealer, then I Swerved off the lot. In the Fox, she goin' Dumb, then we turn it up a notch. She like, "What you do for fun?" I like bleedin' niggas' blocks. Pop a Perky, sip some lean, I stay head High. This gang, I ain't stoppin' at no red Light. Pussy run up on me, he a dead Guy. Ask me, "Do I love this shit?" And I said, "Damn right," yeah. Baby, I don't wa, wa, wa, ah. And you know where my ra, ra, ra. Don't stop, don't stop. Keep goin', yeah. Keep goin', yeah.