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(X10) CGM (Beam me up Scotty) Double Tap (Supreme) Savage, ZK, back to back, we back our straps Man get whacked Ayy, look, yo, are you listening? Wet **** on his head, had to christen him Twin got done times two, tryna triple him Take a trip, if he trips, man's rippin' him If he's **** I'ma catch him and cripple him Sick of him runnin' the field, no dribblin' You're finna get sent off 'cah I'm kickin' him Bro he gon' need a send-off, start dippin' him This light skin bitch here, she's flippin' it Come to bad man and wan' talk 'bout lickin' it Magnum, sippin' it, Rambo, grippin' it He run off again, little chicken shit Yo, I own all my guns, I ain't trippin' him Bro grab a hold of his clothes, start swingin' him But I'm Mortal, show 'em bout Kombat Come back, swing my long shank and finish him You got a problem, solve that Aim for his egg, yo, crack it and yolk that Yo, if he scrambles, fry him and smoke that You're on the wing, better swing and assault that Hold that, twenty-one days ain't nothing, you joke man Letras de cancionesYo, fam, you're better, no fear, no man Can't see man that's ten years older Joker, have your smoke out and turn Yohan So fam, how can I rate them old men? Still young but I been out from '010 Told them "Don't get comfy in Golborne" They didn't listen, we caught 'em and showed 'em I took their mashes and went off and sold them Multiple splashes, you got left soaking Pull up and smoke them, on folknem If I shoot my shot and I score, then a hundred percent, man's hittin' it, diggin' it (Hittin' it) Don't come to my block, it's scary, insidious, prince in the West, no William (Insidious) Dead ting dead, she hideous, work rate high, tryna get to a million (A million) Man down, man down, I'm billin' him Get outta here 'fore my fingers starts fidgetin', flingin' it Sick in my head, I'm psycho and there's no way I could sleep on a vio Come to the wild get hit by the rhino, rhino, mercy the G like Stylo (Yow) G like Herbo, G like Polo, I'll take that risk on my solo Nah mad over no gyal but I'm loco Bro bro, R-I-P Rose, free Jojo My dargs dem mad, can’t tame it He ain't write back, all now, I don't blame him Two machines, one new, one ancient I'm aimin' to rub man out, try erase him Try front page him, boots with laces CBO, gotta mind what I’m sayin’ Invasion, if I know where you're stayin' How you do drill rap but ain't use your stainless? I beg man don't insult my intelligence, back then it was rusty Remingtons Hit your skeleton, leave you wet like Wellingtons (Baow, baow) In the T with B on the side, not a brown one from Bellingham (No) We know their work rate is irrelevant Nine out often their fingers celibate (Dickhead) Man make corn fly like Emirates See them legging it, still keep pressing it (Baow, baow) My little bro keeps moving too wild, tryna leave him pronounced, make that definite Tap bro, I don't think they're getting it Still ain't levelling, shotgun specialist ZK, I'm the youngest president I was fifteen, I had big man beggin' it I'm petty, wing beef, ain't deading it CR at my door like "Why you not settlin'?" (Ayy, fuck off) Buck up, I’m wettin' him, if it's pre-planned I'll definitely kettle him (Fucking savage) Rev that ped with adrenaline, Sav on the back and he's definitely gettin' him Slip up, I'll sever him, pepper him, shave his head just like Mo Better did That's one shot like he took some ketamine (Baow) All you fake rap niggas are tarnished CGM, we're the hardest Big waps, yeah, we blast it From Letras Mania