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Ayy, quick, fast Hustle by my lone

Getting big bags You mad that I done got on

It's a new class Ayy, I got the game in head lock

It ain't no reason for no shooter Wanna see his head pop

I might just aim at his medulla Have you ever seen a dead body

If he keep playing with my woes He'd be dead, probably

Stretched out on the news Bullet in his head, probably

And your homies won't get get back Homie shouldn't have been talking shit

Then he wouldn't have got his wig splat And that lil' homie, he wasn't even gang

For real Ayy, he only fuck with you for clout