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Yo, It's your boy. All this motherfuckin' ice on me. Uh, fuck an opp and his feelings. Got the new whip, his bitch absent like my Ceilings. Really? You ain't poppin', you's a gimmick. Silly. What you talkin' 'bout, Willis? Put the pipe down in your feelings like these Bitches. Disabling the comments on your posts and Blocking mentions. Fiction. Bitch, we know the truth. You lying through your teeth when you step up In the booth. Oof, you must be drinking 100 Proof. Thinking you can fuck with me on the Verse or on the hook. Boy, I'm the king Against these rooks. Need to take a good look, All that dope got you shook. Meth fiends talkin' loud while twisting on the flute Like Trees by the pound, watch me flip it, got My mood right This forty camouflage with the money in my pockets. Fuck an entourage, it's just me in this here Rocket. They hate that I'm in charge, so they Low-key try to knock it. I open many doors, but today I gotta lock It. Ring-a-ding-a-ding-a-ding, I'm ready for the Phone. Keep the forty on me, I don't need To pop the trunk. This shit boom like a Singer, I got thirty I could dump. The body in the river, I deliver what you Want, yeah. I'm the gang, gang checkin' in, I Get calls from the pen. I'm the best kept Secret, I brought all y'all in. You been fallin' off, fool, Super Mario, nigga. Hate as much like middle school, I'm the body On nigga. Made a call, now they after ya. Used to be sorta solid, now they laugh at Ya. I'm on your head like black hoodies in An Acura. Best believe I make it kill like Dracula. Ayy, I'm the greatest, Most lyrical. Rhyme game critical. Singing individual, ain't afraid to get political. You hoppers wanna kill me, your bitches wanna feel Me. Homie, you the lil' me, pullin' up off Filthy. I've been dope since the beginning, I got Hangtime, flow. Y'all niggas gotta hit the tweet Before the bassline go. Niggas talkin' over live, don't wanna FaceTime Though. I smell a bitch and I'm Cujo, ain't No canine though. Bow. Ring-a-ding-a-ding-a-ding, I'm ready for the phone. Keep the forty on me, I don't need to Pop the trunk. This shit boom like a singer, I got thirty I could dump. The body in the river, I deliver what you Want, yeah. The body in the river, I deliver what you Want, yeah. Ring-a-ding-a-ding-a-ding, I'm ready for the Phone. Keep the forty on me, I don't need To pop the trunk. This shit boom like a Singer, got thirty I could dump. The body in the river, I deliver what you Want, yeah. The body in the river, I deliver what you Want, yeah. Yeah, you know the motherfuckin' deal. If it wasn't for me, half of y'all wouldn't Be here, that's on the real. Motherfuckers be like, "Cujo, I hate you." Motherfucker, I made you. I'm the one that gave you my platform and Pretty much raised you. I'm the lyrical genius, I'm the motherfuckin' best. I'm the real Latin beast, put a bullet through Your chest, bruh. And this for everybody, If the motherfucker shoot fists, wear it. Bow