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Tie 'em— Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em I don't love 'em, dump 'em slumped Put 'em— Put 'em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot Tie 'em— Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em I don't love 'em, dump 'em slumped Put 'em— Put 'em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot Huh, North Ooh-ooh On them meds like Darko, riding scheming on a mission Enough of the static in my hood I bring the friction Chucky with the blade, fuck a movie this that fiction I stay stacking up addictions, million dollar drug depеndance Pimping like I'm skinny when I'm riding through thе city Fuck them undercovers, all them feds got is a theory Downward to Gentilly, I'm the junkie of the century Check while I lay theories $licky the Scarecrow that they fearing on that Northside Black tide with the 59 (Grey!) Fuck it, just kill em' all, they gon' blame Sam Hyde Always taper on, what the fuck is taper off? You see this tattoo on my head, the fuck you resuscitate me for? Scoping out with that beanie, touch your head like I'm a prophet Slightly nodding off that fent, rub me wrong I get it poppin' Attacking the hood like Benghazi Better for good like gastaste Letras de cancionesHoes they love Young Wetto, screaming "Follow me, culo papi" Let me tone it down before the ice caps melt Grab devil by the horns so that I might catch hell White velvet on my bitch look like Marie Antoinette Every time she give me head it's like my dick was a threat Chain me with the shotgun, I ain't aim that shit Fuck your Spotify playlists, TikTok trends, y'all lame as shit You gon' catch these fucking hands like a baseball mitt You got any last words? I bet they taste like clit Captain of the grey, I'm going down with the ship Down with the shit, I split just about everything with $lick Still in that 7 ain't nothing has changed Still wearing FTP fits to the grave Still fuck the fame, fuck the pressure and pain Only thing changed is I cut off my mane Tie 'em— Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em I don't love 'em, dump 'em slumped Put 'em— Put 'em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot Tie 'em— Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em I don't love 'em, dump 'em slumped Put 'em— Put 'em in a ho spot, take me to the stash pot Hey Oddy, this is [BEEP] You must have got the text message this morning At 8, we are trying to get you in on this zoom meeting with [BEEP] Manipulate our schedule and have that 9 o'clock open We only gave you guys an hour notice but we tried to make it work, [BEEP] work her magic So if you want to jump on this I just sent it to you, okay Take a look at the zoom room And if you don't seem to have it, just text your cousin he can send it to you. Thank you From Letras Mania