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Yeah, bitch Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me (Apollo) Bleh, yeah Tuh, uh, huh, huh Hop in a coupe and I'm racin' Don't fuck with niggas just like I'm a racist Bro caught a body, I'm not finna say shit One of a kind, yeah, these fuck niggas hatin', hatin' Rolls Royce look like a spaceship, no cap I'm in that kitty like Doja, no cat "Dakota, they wanna be ya," no Zack Walk in the spot and I'm like, "Where the hoes at?" They call my phone say they wanna book me for a show and I said it's a bet, yuh I'm from New York but I'm not talkin' about NFL, when I hop in a jet (Okay) ACOG scope, I did it and shoot it, man, shoutout to Wes I do a motherfuckin' show in a vest They gon' deny it, they know who the best They won't say shit to my face but them boys got a whole lot to say when they all in they group chat I signed a— I signed a deal but I still ain't gon' drop out of school and they like, "How you do that?" Big 1500, you know what I'm reppin', them boys wanna beef 'cause they already know us They tryna tell me what I should do with my career but they still never got they diploma How that fuck that work, huh? Tell me I got an ARP, it never fail me Nobody fuck with you, they never told you? Letras de cancionesAll the hoes fuck with me, they wanna feel me Wa-Walk in a party, groupies tryna feel me Run up a mill so they call me Namilly I put the D-I-C all in her belly I got the K on me incase they tryna— you know? They say I'm usin' the same damn flow, but it's my flow And every time I switch it up and they ask to say, "Go back to that shit that I know" I seen that that boy put a S in his name but he already know that that's my shit Been waitin' to punch a nigga in his face, so I might as well hop in a mosh pit That nigga been doin' old shit that I did That nigga been copied the shit that I got That nigga really my son, so he my kid I shoot to God, boy, I'm high as a hotshot We put a beam to his head, that's a red dot Fuckin' your ho, now I'm makin' her bed rock I put my mind to the craft for my bedrock We killed another opp dead, it's a dead opp .223, it go to the back of his head If that boy talkin' down, put a rack on his head Give a fuck 'bout a chain, bought attachments instead Put ice on my neck like the back of a sled Tried to find your career but it already dead She suckin' me up, givin' almighty head Repeatin' myself, bitch, I already said Got your ho in the crib and she play with my dreads We gon' knock off his head, leave him SoLLUMINATI Got a Glock on my waist, leave a hole in his body Got him shittin' himself, nigga, go use a potty Is your ho in my phone? I don’t know, nigga, probably On the block, 1500, they keep tryna find me I can't fuck with that ho 'cause that hoe tryna line me Made a check that you make in a week off of rhymin' Alright, alright, I'm done now, like for real From Letras Mania