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Rest in peace to Grey Goose, like long live with it

They know I spice talked upon on that beat, man I been with it

That one boy wanna talk up on the net, we gon' spin then hit it

Treat that boy like soccer ball, we gon' spin then kick it

Stomp him out, we hit him in his head, we gon' leave him spinning

Fuck a bitch, then kick her out the crib, I told her good riddance

Men, it feel like DSM, cause we gon' keep shitting

They try to snatch my chain, then we spun, now he dead with it

He ain't touching cheese, he intolerant to lactose

Once they saw that I was making pape, I could bag hoes