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Crack house

It's a epidemic and a pandemic

They passed out

Cause they ain't know the perks had fentanyl in it

I cashed out on plenty bitches

I ain't even want to hit it

I done blasted on plenty niggas

I'm shooting with great precision

Back out

300 blackout

Will blow your hat off

I ain't no snatch out

Little bitch I'm permanent

You can't rub me off

When niggas switch up I don't click up

I'm gone shrug it off

I'm in a loft with foreign bad broads

In here snorting soft

I don't like to talk

But if it's on my chest I'm gone get it off

Even if I take a loss

I'm still gone win cause I got some knowledge

White bitch eating me up

Think she popped a molly

Don't ask what's in my cup

This shit cost a lot

I could never be the runner up

Bitch I led the flock

These bitches be way dumber than a box of rocks

Keep me away from any nigga that pocket watch

If the bitch ain't beneficial

She getting blocked

Look I feel like YN Jay

But I'm mixed with Pac

Look I feel like I get paid to shit and talk

I'm from a whole another state

But this feel like Mi casa

I was raised around apes

But I feel like Mufasa

I do not wear a cape

But I'm Superman

Most these rap niggas fake

I ain't fitting in

Bitch I make trends take trips and weigh grams

She my biggest fan

I only need her from waist down

Talk a lot of smack

Mmm I can back it up

I was in a trap

Mmm had to bag it up

Baby you can relax

You can back up

Everything I speak about is facts

Check my background

Talk a lot of smack

Mmm I can back it up

I was in a trap

Mmm had to bag it up

Baby you can relax

You can back up

Everything I speak about is facts

Check my background

Get the pack off

Midwest nigga

I sell perks and bath salt

A Midwest dream

To fuck a bitch like Kash Doll

Be my rag doll

Put this pill in your ass hole

I fell in love with putting opps in backwoods

I take drugs when I fuck

Cause it feels good

Look bitch I'm real hood

I hit jugs and kill thugs

Got it out the mud

I'm a dirty son of a

Hold up

I was on a run

Trying to glaze

I'm doing donuts

Cut a nigga up like a razor

I ain't foldin

Nigga I'm the most wanted pimp

They know I'm chosen

Walking in the club with my blick

They see it poking

Talk a lot of smack

Mmm I can back it up

I was in a trap

Mmm had to bag it up

Baby you can relax

You can back up

Everything I speak about is facts

Check my background

Talk a lot of smack

Mmm I can back it up

I was in a trap

Mmm had to bag it up

Baby you can relax

You can back up

Everything I speak about is facts

Check my background