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I'm never gonna need that click See you there, make sure you keep that in so you remember Verses, scriptures Them videos, they getting silly with pictures I'm with the gangsters, but the hipsters And now I'm chilling with Richard The Vossy and mixed with coke You know I'm feeling them mixtures I had bitches, and bitches, and bitches But now I'm chilling with Vixon Flows, I got silly and switched 'em Oh, I got silly convictions Yeh, I got niggas locked up in jail The judges minimum sixed 'em You get silly with sticks I get [?] and fix 'em These niggas bitching, and bitching, and bitching They got silly, man kicked 'em [?] cognac, mixer mixer mixer She just her lips on me and he just kissed her I'm an egotistical nigga, he's a mister And she's itching, and itching, and itching To get Giggs in the picture Quick little mix up, it's that big bad quick little Insta I got sick then I fixed up, [?] up, keep that beef in the mincer And he's got beef with my man, she's got beef with her sister Man it's that kid that kicked that shit and lifted the brick up Yeh yeh yeh Come on Rap for the hustlers Blap blap for the busters Back for the cream Cause when I rap then it's custard To fat men and dat OG They say that niggas masters I called them slags and they cussed us I turn around, niggas buskers Old school, they came back then they rushed us Fast forward, we got the MACs with the muzlers I hid the coke in the crackheads garden I slapped backs to the shufflers Nigga what, nigga what, nigga pardon? It's pap pap then your busted Jesus Christ