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[verse 1: dc4prez]

hopped out ‘fore i finished uh
no b-tch gon’ f-ck this bidness up
went and f-cked my image up
boy act up think he it or some’
just to get that buzz runnin’
p-ss that drank my buzz runnin’
pastor think my blood funny
get ducked get buck like bugs bunny
studio, shoot at you, you n-ggas actin’ so scooby doo
why you still trapped in a cubicle? you n-ggas clap with your cuticles
when do they want it, double up call it, my n-ggas ready to bring the funk
you cannot handle no heat lil punk, my n-ggas ready to eat lil punk

[verse 2: kenny casanova]

stumblin’ drunk comin’ down from my high
i’m bouta level up
she like metallica
she mean like angelica
fifty b-tches with the fendi on
finger f-ck her while i finger benjies
and i like ’em spicy like dominican
and she on the d-ck like tippy toes
when she look at me she see pootie tang like sah dah tae
if you’re not careful when i’m bustin’ shots then you might get hit with the ricochet
put her down for a pit stop call my main b-tch penelope
where the pelle be
like a new york n-gga off of hennessy
i’on’t trust a n-gga with no felonies
is you smellin’ me
remy and spliffies is spillin in pnthn ghost
i wasn’t saving these hoes
but i still might suck on her toes
she givin’ good throat
bring in the os with the commas
i’d still look like a bum if i copped the ferragamos

[verse 3: yd]

aye lil b-tch
f-ck yo sh-t
shoot yo shot and you gon’ miss
i’ll plot the plots wit’ my whole fist
you f-ck with me you gon’ get dissed
taken automatic equipped
with the 9 right on my hip
my choppa way too big to land it
she told me just use the tip
i bounce it then i dip
i’m finna empty out dis clip
i’m takin’ shots you takin’ sips
can’t hang with me you’ll lose yo grip
coming at me you better keep yo eyes close
i’ve been runnin round with a dry nose
i done lost my car that sh-t got repoed
get da dawg out for you silly hoes

[verse 4: pink ranger]

high hopes no luck
choppa go off you getting f-cked
i won’t bust not yet
imma put it on ya f-cking chest
lay you to rest like the taker
you a fake n-gga i can smell the vapors
p-ssy -ss n-gga’s will never phase us
choppa make a scary n-gga wanna pay us



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