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Yeah

Look, bitch fuckin up my mood, got my head bangin

Take his bitch out his hands and make her bed shake

Fuck around and trick her back to him for the Ben Franklin's

Had to put her ass to work like a temp agent

Matter fact, fuck it, let's smoke an opp for fun

Where the fuck my Bubba Ray? Fuck the Obama Runts

I'm EBK, like I'm Bckdoe, but tell em lock the front

These new dudes think they tough, don't get shot for nothin

Aye, bitch, what? Oh, you didn't learn

I thought I told you I'm the GOAT, you just a lil bird

Middle finger to yo peace sign, all my bridges burnt

When I walk into the function, steal the show, steal the hoes and get em turnt

Uh, where your pro's at

Cool ass dude, but in the hood, I'm Mr. No Lack

Remember being young, my pops was locked, I always wrote em back

Remember being young and bad outside, wit Pak, we smokin packs

I was young as hell when I had learned that life's a chessboard

Like a new song, we get load and then we export it

I told Primoxan I need to speak again, lil brody, keep recording

Still be jitney swervin, tryna hit the street up wit a foreign

Aye, and my pistol foreign, pussy my Beretta dirty

Pussy only beefin for the net, he tryna Metaverse me

You said it's time to catch a body? Better set up early

My time worthy, if you need me, bitch, you better hurry