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You're not making this easy Kyle Heard they tried to take me as the nice guy, nice try Double A twelve, pulled up, turned his block into Five Guys I got hippie guns, gallery department tie dye Real life spaceships, we ain't livin' sci-fi I can tell she wanna fuck doin' all that side-eyein' You try and take a half a dollar from me, you gon' die tryin' Often oxy hittin' stains, bitch I feel like Billy Mays Million dollar game, yeah I'm the king, I'm in my gilly phase I'm the shit like Mr. Hanky Shoot the .38 with both hands, the trigger janky Hangin' out the window if it's issues, I ain't goin on a rant Two grams short of half in the slabs, Za Morant Scratchin' opps off the list, that shit like Shit, I knew the brick was fake, shit ain't even got a stamp Mountain Dew on lava lamp, if he high, ain't gotta camp Number one contender, put me in the ring, go drop the champ Lil' brodie manned up and volunteered to hit the ten One hoe getting boring, tell that bitch to bring a friend Serenede jeans stack, these are not no RTA's Fuck a ARP, I pull up, with RTK This shit up and down, kinda like a see-saw Aston Martin with the horses, pull off in the yee-haw Put your album in the dumpster, that shit sounded weak sauce Every day of the calendar I'm pickin' up what you puttin' down like I got scavenger I ain't got no shame in my game, Frank Gallagher From Letras Mania