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[Verse]
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...warning, 'fore I make 'em bullets storm, ayy
Headshots no accidents, I know who the killer is
Stay underground, ten feet, I’m on the swim, drowning
Picture my dope, don't hound on me
Remember they was tryna clown on me
They told my music is lousy
Now, every time I’m in town, they be left foot down, tryna come around me
Straight shittin' on 'em, young rich nigga, he was really farmin'
Now I been livin' like big-big, this D with a black FN-N (Yeah, rich, I'm in the mix)
Walk with the paper, like it was the safe
I ball like Laker Kobe in his days
I seen you ballin', you don't get no tech
I go off of the top, psychiatrist
You sippin' Tris? Okay, how you leanin' off straight of the sip?
Travelin' bruh, finna pop your wig
If we wanted we could pull up to your crib
On Tuesday, hurry, I'll say it again
We pull up to you, wherever you live
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