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Yeah. Hey, Supafly. Yep. Hey, what's the name of that song that goes, "Doo doo-doo doo-doo doo, tch, Tch, doo doo"? It Ain't About You. That's the one you rapping On? Yeah. Oh, yeah, that's tight. You like that? Yeah. Check, check, check, check. Microphone check, check, check, check. One, two, check, check, check, check, Live and at Plex the Beat. Supafly coming at you. I don't stop and I don't quit, quit. Coming with that Dogg Pound gangsta shit, Shit. Yeah, Peep game. Check, check. I break a nigga neck. I keep a nine in my pocket and a Ho on deck. I like to rock a show, I'm stacking C-notes. It's Supafly, motherfucker, if you didn't know. Now Peep so sweet, unique. I doubt if you can top the Peep, keep Him in check. No sweat, cock back, fist connect To the cheek. They sleep, kick 'em in they Ass, wake up. Now, now, let me take you On a journey block to block. Show you how the paycheck drop, a six-four hop. Cut it up, chop, my homie got a tre On stock. Have the bitches dope fiending like I'm Slanging the rock. Straight from the L, We don't take no shit. We off in the cut waiting for y'all niggas To trip. We the last motherfuckers you want to Fuck with. When you in close range, you best To duck quick. Or get smashed, your last chance To forfeit. Game over, I knock a nigga from Drunk to sober. I hope I don't have to Maneuver the choker. If you wanna dance, I do the polka. Stick 'em for bitch made, but got the switchblade. Can I ride in your car? Girl, I'm going too far. Can I smoke on your Nah, that ain't what You need. Can I crawl your collar? Nah, but you can eat this dick while I Smash my shit and, uh, pop my collar. Can I give you Yeah, next summer too. But baby. Shit, me too, that's crazy. So open up the door 'cause I'm ready to Go. Aight then, but I ain't got no money. Ain't you treating, baby? Hell no. Bitch, take another route. You ain't even what this song's about. I'm on the ride, dip and gliding through the Hood, smoking until the sun come out. Bitch, please. Got her speaking in Chinese. They like fleas. Yeah, just pluck 'em off. Motherfuck all you hoes, fuck 'em all. This is nothing but true game. The stainless done got stained. The bitch gobble the best. She won a contest for the best jaws in The West. The homie said watch my head, But instead I got a.45 caliber lead spitter. A nigga feeling bitter, shitty as some kitty litter. Take off, Gotti, Adolf Hitler. Center attraction, multiplications to subtractions From the blasting to smashing to cashing your Credit. The bitch on my dick, I'm like, "Bitch, forget it." Let it loose, bitch, Won't you let it? For what you let, I Get a bad bitch from Connecticut. A typical ho. I'm only in it for the Blow. The bitch was only in it for the Blow. I gave her some blow, then let her Blow 'til she turned blue. On the speed, I grabbed the heater and then Flew. Can I ride in your car? Bitch, I'm going too far. Can I smoke on your weed? Nah, this ain't what you need. Can in collar? Nah, but you can eat this Dick while I dip in my shit and, uh, Pop my collar. Can I give you my number? Nah, maybe next summer. But I'm hungry, Yeah, me too, that's crazy. So open up the door 'cause I'm ready to Go. Aight, but, uh, I ain't got no money. Ain't treating, baby? Hell no. Bitch, take another route. You ain't even what this song's about. I'm on the ride, dip and gliding through the Hood, smoking 'til the sun out. Now all salute the supreme general that got style. And watch how I rock and lock the block Down. Tightly, to fight me would cause disaster. No chance to surpass the vocab I master. As the sun rotate, tote my guns off safe. Been a thug since eight, always drug my weight. I state the facts, motherfucker, platinum plaque. Always got my stack jacking off from having a Sack. Niggas act as if they pack a stiff And can't put work in. Shake the turf then get to tucking they shirts In. 'Cause I'ma stay banging, the gang that I'm Claiming. Gold chain swinging while a six-tre Hanging. Back bumper, and pack the dumper in the Stash spot. Mash out, knocking, locked up with the Ass dropped. Can I ride in your car? Bitch, I'm going too far. Can I smoke on your weed? Nah, this ain't What you need. Can Nah, but you can eat This dick while I dip in my shit and, Pop my collar. give you number? Get at me next summer. But I'm hungry, baby. Yeah, me too, that's crazy. So open the door ready to go. Aight, but I ain't got no money. Ain't you treating, baby? No. Bitch, take another route. You ain't even what this song's about. I'm on the ride, dip and gliding through the Hood, smoking 'til the sun come out. You a fool. What's up, B? Yeah. Yeah