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Go wet they block up, we fin to quad the score

Don't do no talkin, I got b-licks ready to blow

I need that bag bitch, I need that money flow

I'm smoking good gas, got me up on that floor

Yeah, the beat got quiet, had to bring that bitch back in though

I feel like I got murder on my mind, but I'm not Melvin

I got that pack, I'm fin to mail it

And your Glock, just go sell it hell of shots, ain't no pellets

Walk him down, he not ready I got pounds, ain't no belly

Ain't talkin money, don't hit my cell

That shit you talking be irrelevant