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[Intro]
(Wake up F1lthy)
Woah, woah, yeah, BL (You want smoke? I'm on it)
Yeah (Yeah, huh)

[Verse 1]
And we got mystical Dracos on all of us (Hrrt)
Done got these dirty gloves on me, start cuttin' up (Hrrt)
Man, this .50 round on me gon' shut him up (Fifty round)
Man, he told on the gang, he can't stay with us (Foenem)
Hand me the Xanny, Perky got me stuck
And I got this Drac' on me, they got me stuck
And this Glock .40 ain't by my side, this bitch stuck
Won't shoot at that goose, so that fuck nigga duck
She know I'ma gangster, she know I get rough (Gangster)
When I stop trappin', I stop pleasin' everybody (Everybody)
And I get on your ass, that's my main hobby (Yeah)
Straitjacket on me, bitch, I'm psychotic (Psychotic)
I be fuckin' niggas hoes and I can't stop it (Nah)
Know I bе duckin' police in the damn Dodger
Know I'm gon' makе a play just like I'm Aaron Rodgers
I take your ass off, boy, that's for everybody (Yeah)
Can't wait for Sumo get out and go catch a body (Sumo)
And this fifteen-hundred, I spent that on shoppin' (Fifteen)
Label offer me a hundred, I'll probably drop it (Drop it)
And this stick like a dog, I'm finna go walk it (Grrt)
And these niggas police with they walkie-talkie (Walkie)
These niggas broke, they be some nobodies
I had a .30 clip hanging out these joggers (Uh)
Man, I put a .30 clip on a nigga bloggin'
Capo lo' said I gotta get you, I said that, "Copy"
Chop' got a Drac' in his hands, tell 'em pop it
This BabyLife Spaz, they done fucked up his noggin
I go on a run, I hit the Batman, I know twelve can't find me
And the stick too big, you know I can't hide it
From fifteen, I ran through everyone pockets
I'm a vampire but I post up with a goblin
I posted up, F&N, right don't got me
Left his body dead and it stink like garbage
Give her X pill, just 'cause the bitch wan' party
I'm offended, lil' nigga, tryin' me like I'm sorry
Fuck his feelings, dawg, nigga, he try me, not parking (Bih)
And it's thirty-five shots on me, totin' that carbon
And yo' bitch don't want you no more, just like old Barbie (Old Barbie)
Take that boy whip and kick start it, huh
Tell that boy bitch, "I'm not sorry" (I'm sorry)
Pull out my dick on this bitch and get started
I tote lil' Tony spark, just like I'm Jarvis
Cropped 'em out the picture just like I'm an artist
We got .50s on us, time to get on him (Fifty)
Kilo been said that let's get rid of him
And we'll come to yo' house, nigga, fuck that diss
Mwah, I'm king snake, backdoor shit (Snake)
Nigga got hit in his back with that four nick'
Bitch was too bad I couldn't take off that Trojan
Double 007, the Drac' on me heaven-sent
I ain't even popped this Perc', that shit fent'
And I pop your bitch ass, better back up your step
And this GL4, fuck nigga, give a fuck what you rep
3rd World, Mafioso, took my last breathe
And I pop 'em like Percaso, do it myself
[Verse 2]
Huh, dreamin' of demons, I hang with a heathen
And I caught some charges, I pistol whip niggas until they stop breathin'
And all that bullshit, feedback, I don't need it
And that bullshit armed robbery, I beat it
Michael Jackson with the .50, boy, I'm gon' beat it
That my brother, gotta shoot, I'm never gon' leave him
And I chopped the log, and rodie roll the wood like a beaver
And I left the block too hot, broke the meter
Get the fuck back, pussy boy, your ass tweakin'
Leave 'em duck taped if you play with my demons
I wan' take 'em off, I'on even think I got reasons
And I walk on the beat like it's water, I'm not Jesus
And the Glock leave him sick like that boy got a fever, huh
This shit get wicked, nigga, honestly
Nigga, I'm lookin' for him, he keep dodgin' me
Vamps on his ass, we gon' burn that boy, third degree
Take that boy off, he was green, just like evergreen
I'm poppin' my blicky, fuck boy, what you mean?
G-30 in my hand, and you know it shoot mean
Can't see when he shoot, squint his eyes like Chinese
Ain't goin' for nun', dunk a opp like Yao Ming
And this BabyLife, man, ya'll don't wanna sign with us
Locked up, bunkin' on 'em, we could back it up
Talkin' 'bout a slut, bitch, I could never trust
Do his ass bad, left him bleedin', boy I be on other stuff
She want the zaza, not the other stuff
If we gotta go different ways, police ain't catchin' none
She want the zaza, not the other stuff
If we gotta go different ways, police ain't catchin' none
She want the zaza, not the other stuff
If we gotta go different ways, police ain't catchin' none