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Sheesh, I guess this a three-peat huh Girl that's Drakeo, it's gettin' kinda hard to breath huh, uhh Girl I can't be no rebound Ten cases in a month, I don't know who gon' refile Put that draco down Drakeo, these niggas talkin' Where your table in the club, lil nigga don't even talk to us Walk it out, put a beam on it and chalk him out Had to slide through your hood and show out, fuck you talkin' 'bout lethal? Mr. Glover, my weapons lethal I tried to tell you I'm a heathen, done shared beds with demons Done had long walks with Jesus Get you whacked from your people, yeah it's really that easy What he get for tryna be me We at his gravesite cheesin', another day with the Stinc Team You know I bop bop ming ming And had a meet and greet with ling ling Come on this shit regular Bullets flying all at the messenger I'm a machine gun specialist, plain jane with the bezel busted Nigga you broke and it's disgusting Remember Fake Watch Busta, ain't really with all that tussling Come on this shit nothin' Use guns with acrynoms for niggas wanna cuff me Pissing on tombstones, the boy the McLovin Tryna tell you I was thuggin' lil nigga, so fuck a deal One day my autograph gon' be worth 'bout a couple mill Letras de cancionesIt's regular, I tried to tell you I'm thugging still One day my autograph gon' be worth 'bout a couple mill The Ruler [?] I'm Mr. Everything Got a drum, got a beam, I got pills, I got dough, I got lean Bitch I bought everything Niggas trippin' in the club, so what I ain't really tryna scuff, I let off everything Niggas lyin' in they raps, that's a fact Who these pussy niggas jack, my image is everything From the gold, from the watch From the stove to my frozen earlobes, I'll risk everything Sheesh, bitch I'm back up on that street shit You don't rap, you just sneak diss Tryna knock one of your peoples I came in with the deep dish You only tough on the weekends That's twenty thou on the deep end We'll have him singin' like The Weeknd The Ruler, I don't like to sneak diss, cut it with all that cheap shit Like do you know what a mink is, like do you know what a chink is Just a silly lil beaver, I'm with my dread head heathens My niggas bullying demons, we spitting fullies out of Beamers Might wanna fuck but I don't need her In fact I really need Jesus Bruh whats up with your people? Niggas ain't looking like they eating In fact you really need to feed 'em The Stinc Team Big Meechin' I tried to tell you all bleeders My wrist broke, I need a breather I'm Mr. Everything Got a drum, got a beam, I got pills, I got dough, I got lean Bitch I bought everything Niggas trippin' in the club, so what I ain't really tryna scuff, I let off everything Niggas lyin' in they raps, that's a fact Who these pussy niggas jack, my image is everything From the gold, from the watch From the stove to my frozen earlobes, I'll risk everything From Letras Mania