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I'm goin' up, leave a fuck nigga hurt. Niggas gon' hate 'cause I snap every verse. I kill shit, then pop me a Perc'. Ten racks, spend it on dirt. I eat up the beat, made the shit my Dessert. All my bitches exotic, feel like I'm Cirque. Be losin' my mind when I'm off that Jerk. Don't care 'bout no crowd, I can make You disperse. Put it on God, lil' nigga merch. Hop in that Striker, glide, skrrt. Your best song my worst. These niggas last, I'm first. She suck dick, twist, jerk. Nigga, I'll really take over the Earth. You say that Ketta not hard, you fried. Or you just sipped up a cup of that Purp. Shawty wanna fuck 'cause she see my Givenchy, It's all over all of my sweaters. She give me top in the back of the Motherfuckin' drop top 'cause I got Maison Margielas. She really a eater, she really hit me With that mop-mop. I'm finna make her my hitter. You said you finna do what to who? Hold on, bitch, let me call my hitter. Bitch, we gon' hop in that car to come Get him. We on the way to come spin Him. It's like ten thousand, that's really deep down In my denim. You said you got shooters, so Send I really been hard since the beginning. Lord, forgive me for all my sinning. Just look at me now, I can't stop winning. Run up on me wrong, you'll meet your ending. Ayy, look at your face and I see you A stranger. You won't get no warning when I Get to slanging. These 7.62 put a nigga in Danger. I pull on that trigger and take out My anger. Ain't really mad, I'm just missing that Feeling of something when niggas been feeling like Nothing. Glock 26, like that nigga's in Jiggy to Bust and these bitch niggas know how I'm coming. I'm going up, leave a fuck nigga hurt. Niggas gon' hate 'cause I snap every verse. I kill shit, then pop me a Perc'. Ten racks, spend it on dirt. I eat up the beat, made the shit my Dessert. All my bitches exotic, I feel like I'm Cirque. I be losing my mind when I'm off Of that jerk. Don't care 'bout no crowd, I Can make you disperse. Put it on God, lil' Nigga merch. Hop in that Striker, glide, skrrt. Your best song my worst. These niggas last, I'm first. She suck dick, twist, jerk. Nigga, I'll really take over the Earth. You say that Ketta not hard, you fried. Or you just sipped up a cup of that Purp. Hop on this bitch and I walk this Shit, guess a young nigga talkin' 'bout somethin'. I got a big-ass blick, put a hockey stick On his head with a hundred-round drum. My niggas ghosted, the opps had a fully and A switch, when they shot, boy, they ain't nothing. I told 'em, "Watch this shit, I'ma pop my Shit to the day that I can't say nothing." Don't gotta say too much, he fucked. I keep my gun in the back in the Front. I'm on the way to the top, yeah, I'm coming. My love for this shit got layers Like onion. I don't want your bitch, nigga, she Got bunions. I don't want your bitch, nigga, she Not bad. Niggas gon' hate 'cause I'm counting cash. Flex, leave fuck nigga mad. Shawty wanna fuck 'cause she see my Givenchy, it's All over all of my sweaters. She give me top in the back of the Motherfuckin' drop top 'cause I got Maison Margielas. She really a eater, she really hit me With that mop-mop. I'm finna make her my hitter. You said you finna do what to who? Hold on, bitch, let me call my hitter. Bitch, we gon' hop in that car to come Get him. We on the way to come spin Him. It's like ten thousand, that's really deep down In my denim. You said you got shooters, so Send 'em. I really been hard since the beginning. Lord, forgive me for all my sinning. Just look at me now, I can't stop winning. Run up on me wrong, you'll meet your ending.