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(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Yeah, I heard you got the sauce, but it ain't marinated (You ain't got no ingredients, for real, you do not season) (Damn, JakeSand) You will never touch a Presi', you like Sarah Palin Knew this shit would come, I was working, just preparing, waiting (Working) Sick he broke down in interrogation Sick he told 'em everything and wrote it down Hit a buck plus in that Slingshot, I'm just strolling 'round He used to be a bitch, heard he tote it now I don't really give a fuck, I see him, I'ma blow him down Like (Phew) ARP with silencer, I pull up, shoot it, it's like (Phew) Tried to wake up early, snoozed 'til noon and got it off by two You ask, do I stop? Do the clock? Feel like Loc Dog, should I do the chop? Do the Glock? You'll do the Tris, I prefer to do the Wock' Had a hundred shots and you missed, you a bot Corn, I did it for the culture Fuck around and pop him through his Goose and leave him for the vultures He only missing 'til they find his body All it took for bro to drop him was a pint of Wocky Cuddy feel like Dale Earnhardt how he drive the Monte Stick, check, ice, check, skatin' 'round just like it's hockey Slides fire, cause could probably hit the lot and slide a Masi Out in Cali', shit, they love me like I'm Mozzy Letras de cancionesV12, I might hit lightspeed like Han Solo (Flying by) Like, shit, I'm tryna dodge po-po DSM, we deeper than a fuck, I'm probably not dolo It's 2022, this LeVon, I don't rock Polo White Cartiers up on my face, but my bitch in Dior Team on my back, told gang that I need 'em to score Three-five of Tiramisu taste like I'm eatin' a s'more If I got a double cup around, probably drinkin' a four Pay the toll, tour another state Thank God, through the bullshit, I seen another day Big twelve ounce, but I'm blowed, I need another steak (Shit) And I'm with bro, I need another plate Ridin' where it's not safe 150 through the light like it's a cop chase Skillet on the burner, hit him, flip him like a hot cake Come on, man, it's year three in that fit, take it off, for God's sake Kick it with the clerk, then scam him I'm so motherfucking high, it's hard to turn the Phantom Think you looking cool in the club? Just gettin' turnt with randoms (You lame as fuck) Ain't even throw no money, boy, you so lame Blowin' on some- this some propane .223 shave his head, he need Rogaine VVs, VVs, it's a froze chain If you see me with habibi, we ain't down for no games Blew 5K, that's some chump change Heard you ridin' '03, you need to upgrade You gon' fuck around and draw a foul, Mister Pump Fake Big ninety-five hundred, where the fuck the runway? Micro mini, oh, yeah, this that one Drac' Twelve hundred dollar hoodie, oh, yeah, this that one Bape If he get up out of line, put him in that one place (Up there) They gon' pray for him on Sunday Started at the bottom like I'm Drake, now it's the up way It wasn't easy, the rough way, the tough way Been on Gelato, how the fuck that Runtz taste? I don't stop, bitch, I grind from Monday to Monday, for real though From Letras Mania