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You can't get a text back, bitch, Im at the trap spot

See us feedin' the whole table, nigga, had to beat the pots

You can't get a dap for claiming something that you really not

Remember, one shit in my pockets, ran up, now they filled with knots

Walkin' past that lil' hoe, get the cheese

If the head feel good, I might just take her shopping at four seasons

Nigga a think he hard, till I pop out, masked up with them demons

Blood spillin', bitch you know I be fiendin

Tell my nigga to go creepin' and don't leave a nigga breathin

Wanna see a dead body, come through with them mops and sticks