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Yeah

Aye shoutout Gucci

My bitch don’t love me cause she say I flex on too many niggas

It's RIP to uncle Boo Boo I could never forget him

My niggas savage unforgiving and some fuckin gorillas

So think of stealing we gone tie you up and cut off your fingers

(Oh this that new shit)

Aw man

Aye shoutout Gucci

Again Bitch

My bitch don’t love me cause she say I flex on too many niggas

It's RIP to uncle Boo Boo I could never forget him

My niggas savage unforgiving and some fuckin gorillas

So think of stealing we gone tie you up and cut off your fingers

Fuck designer I ain’t representing no nigga brand

These bitches settin niggas up and all these niggas some hams

My bitch look just like Harley Quinn and got my dick in her hand

Don’t fuck with Molly, coke, promethazine, Codeine or no xans

You niggas trippin

Bitch I’m touchin chicken

Plus my niggas crazy

Up the pistols

I ain’t fuckin with you

Bust ya fuckin shit

And I don’t know you

You’s a fuckin lick

Stay out my fuckin mix

You tryna diss

That shit a hit and miss

And I don’t even pitch

Shit, I’m a maniac

The fuck my brain be at

When I be crazy acting

Niggas kill each other for necklaces that’s

A chain reaction

Give me bout a couple thousand dollars I can make it happen

Save me pastor

I’m a shady bastard

Shit I’ll save a rat

And fuck your lady after

Then go through your fridge and eat up all the baby snacks

These nigga can’t be rappin

Got they fame from acting

Got the bitch I wanted for a minute

Then she made me passive

Had me angry sad

And made me ask if she would take me back and

(She wouldn't fuck it

One is in the chamber

Niggas know I'm dangerous

Bitch I'm on a killstreak

Bitch I'm...

WHAT THE FU)

Aight let's go

Flexin on niggas like Nigga wassup

You just talk on the internet nigga pull up

Cause you never be doing the shit that you talking about

When you rappin so nigga shut up

I'm the hungry type I’ll eat you niggas for lunch

All these niggas only tough in a bunch

Watch my hoodie when you ashing the blunt

And I hate a bitch who always talking too much

And my bitch from Costa Rica

Had to get her a visa

My white bitch look like Mona Lisa

Give her dick and some pizza

I'm cheifin reefer I’m that creature who

Defeated the reaper

So if a nigga try to take me I’m gone reach for the heater

Gone

(Dumbass)