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you say you packin that gun
but you still run from my drum
you say you run it so what
you playin all of my songs

you say you smokin the plug
but you ain’t smokin on none
you say you runnin it up
you only run from the drum

n-gga we runnin it up
b-tch i got racks i’m the plug
we tote them choppers with drums
double the dope with the cut

hit the scene and i’m f-ckin it up
send out my lil n-ggas for blood
my lil n-ggas they carry the pumps
knock his face off his neck with a slug

you only run from my drum
i’ll lay you down in the blood
flex and finessin the plug
diamonds they drippin so cold

i put the heat on the road
dive in the p-ssy so bold
you say you hittin it good
i say you doin it wrong

puttin the check in the bag
rockin designer she say that i’m bad
totin up all of the tags
hunna shot hittin you down for the pack

sendin her back in the past
nina be hittin em down with a blast
itchin at all of my scabs
st-tchin my sorrows ain’t feelin regret

i’m ballin so hard just like i’m with the raptors
i’m smokin this dope got me high in the rafters
i f-cked your lil b-tch she a thot so i p-ssed her

i plot on you n-ggas i carry my clapper
the dirtiest thirty the stick got my ratchet
got cheeto burritos that sh-t is a cl-ssic
don’t take no more xans so you won’t catch me lacking

i bust down my jeans yeah i really be trapping
(i bust down my jeans yeah i really be trapping)

these n-ggas be mad that i’m young and i’m rich
they really be mad when i’m f-ckin their b-tch
got caught in a jam and he flipped like a switch
he bro doin life so he opened his lips

give him fentanyl bars cuz that n-gga a snitch
(give him fentanyl bars cuz that n-gga a snitch)

you say you packin that gun
but you still run from my drum
you say you run it so what
you playin all of my songs

you say you smokin the plug
but you ain’t smokin on none
you say you runnin it up
you only run from the drum

n-gga we runnin it up
b-tch i got racks i’m the plug
we tote them choppers with drums
double the dope with the cut

hit the scene and i’m f-ckin it up
send out my lil n-ggas for blood
my lil n-ggas they carry the pumps
knock his face off his neck with a slug

so when i come up with the heat
you better pause makin you obsolete
diamonds they cover my t–th
drippin designer till i’m in the lead

talkin bag you ain’t got it yet
40 blow you like a prada b-tch
stuntin up i be thumbin checks
it’s ebg lns

you won’t catch me out in the street
my n-ggas is k!llers they drilling for me
beretta m9 and a couple of beams
trappin all night i can never get sleep

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