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I'm bout to start talking real crazy and greasy to these bitch-ass niggas

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Uh, you might catch me dissing opp but I don't name drop

He went to go do a drill, but got left right on the same block

We laughing at you bitch-ass niggas, we be like ha-ha

We be popping out like wa-lah hit his top, I mean his matha

Imaginary smoke, fuck that shit, that's on them

Went through the first time and hit the target, gotta spin again

Money all on my mind, my style remind that I get it in

Coming straight from my mind, ain't got no time for paper, pen and pen

No kizzy, we was back to selling fentanyl

Y'all was in summer camp at the rec, playing basketball

We was the ones had all the hammers in school screaming fuck the law

PunPunn Im from Tra O, all I gotta do is place a call

We all tied in from the pound to the trap

I can show you something scary 4 pounds in a Mac

Popping up like Bloody Mary

Put a hole in his hat, I'ma pop his little cherry

Just give a little tap

Put my folks up on the map up in this motherfucker

I'm getting close to kill her brother, she don't even dig that I don't wanna fuck her

Y'all little niggas ain't shit, y'all all cliqued up

Dick ride, gonna die one right after the other

Homie in the ground and we like fuck it, we gon' leave him there

Cause we ain't fucking with you fuck niggas

Talking bout you gon' spin, but you never do so we don't care

And that's cause they can't fuck with us

Man don't make me have to do a drill

Already know who to kill

I known him since he young in the gassed em up, he ain't gon' shoot for real

We really try and pop out talking shooters, we got options

Tag team, we gon' box him in

Pop his lung, take his oxygen

It's getting hot out, take my mask off so he can see my face when I walk him down

Nigga that's a man down, pussy put your hand down

Not tolerating no disrespect, yeah it's time to put him in the ground

Before I back out, slap him out with the pound

I ain't even had to shoot him, he went down the first round

I be cutting niggas off when they start moving like a clown

I'm on some PunPunn shit, oh yeah it's PunPunn bitch

No kizzy, we was back to selling fentanyl

Y'all was in summer camp at the rec, playing basketball

We was the ones had all the hammers in school screaming fuck the law

Pun Punn Im from Tra O, all I gotta do is place a call

We all tied in front the pound to the trap

I can show you something scary, four pounds and a Mac

Popping up like Bloody Mary, put a hole in his hat

I'ma pop his little cherry, just give a little tap