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Shout-out them VS boys for the beat

Gang

Ain't no lipping, catch a opp, might have to crash some shit

He been saying he gon' get me for years, and still ain't clapping shit

Ain't even be rapping for too long, and still son'ning niggas

You could cap all you want, all them niggas want to be top figures

And I ain't really trippin bout no hoe, I'll get another one

You say you cop your gun from '019, and still ain't shooting nothing

Nigga say he hotter than me, tell that nigga quit that stunting

Ain't gon lie, I throw me something back, ready to rip something

Been rolling off the X for 2 hours, gon' roll some more

Ain't gon' lie, I be off too much meds, making me sleep some more

First time I take Henny to the face, it had me on the floor

I like mixing meds with my Sprite 'cause it be tasting better

I take that perc bout 4 hours ago and still floating

Bro go up for a pole, come out and he still toting

I trying to catch this mil' ticket, come up still loading

Ain't talk in months, but if I slide, I bet she still going

Main nigga, hard hitter, big top figure

Ain't switching sides, bitch it's still fuck the opps nigga

Almost OD little while back, and I still pilled up

He cuffed a thot bro fucked for a $5 fill up

Hold on, let me get back with that

I like when she give me brain, I swear she a genius with that

I see him kiss her in her mouth right after I put my nut in that

Hit from the back and double back, 'cause I trying to leave it in that

Shout-out gang'nem, all them niggas who gon' slide for me

Ride for me, they never show no snake wibe to me

Smoking that dangerous dro', yeah, this a deluxe pack

They talking about letting shit slide, but nigga fuck that

Waiting on good timing, best believe I getting my lick back

Niggas cut some screw up wibe on me, but I soon fix that

Bro say that he gon' try out them 'shrooms, trying to fly like balloons

Every night, I be geeked up, I trying to go touch the moon

I be walking on the beat, shit's regular to me

Ain't gon' lie, don't hit my phone if you ain't get cheddar for me

I see she diss me on the 'net, she looking miserable to me

He be dissing 'cause his bitch trying to be Mrs. TFE

Sheedo, what you doing, trying to blow like a torpedo

Got the game on lock, like bowling ball in a speedo

They trying to copy the drip, but can't never match the leak though

Thought he was my dawg, but that nigga was so creep though

Nops tell me crank up the meter, that's what I gonna do

Rano on go and it ain't nothing for bro to get at you

Taymo, that's my twin, he stay with me like we siamese

Krash ready to crash out for me 'cause thats my slime, you see

And I ain't really care what you say

One of Nassau's finest in this shit, I feel like Shawn or Trey

Shout-out all them real niggas, I ain't need to call too much names

We on a different type of time, most of these niggas want some fame

Real hustler, come out the womb, I thinking 'bout the racks

She like my style, so she stay tuned whenever I drop a track

I just be cooling all the time, I be trying to relax

But I still work hard at the same time, good with the multitask

I like to share the rock, so I always going to pass

Your bitch never gon' pass on me, she begging me to smash

I always was a real nigga, nobody got to ask

In it for the long run, should know I been built to last

And when I lick up, I be doing my little dance

And when I hit, trying to have her face down, gripping her ass

Get on the beat, ain't no question, I finna spazz

This a top figure teaching, and I dismissing this class

Gang shit