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Brrt Yeah, you know what the fuck going on Yeah Bitch, I ball like Ja Morant, but I can't sport the number twelve Clutch as hell, you can't count us out if the score close High as hell, I need a parachute, but this ain't Warzone Why he tryna flee on feet? This Glocky got a sport mode (You're not making this easy, Kyle) Don't let him catch you in the D, my hitter pescatarian Why he acting big and bad, but always be on extra scary shit? Shit, if the money dirty, take the check and bury it (SBDSM, you think you fucking with us, you drunk as hell) Bitch, I ball like Ja Morant, but I can't sport the number twelve Clutch as hell, you can't count us out if the score close High as hell, I need a parachute, but this ain't Warzone Why he tryna flee on feet? This Glocky got a sport mode I just know the case beat, I might walk in court blowed Clothes used to say, "South," now the ice on North Pole I ain't fuckin' with you, I was bored, ho Think he fuckin' with me, he a dork though (Yeah) I done built this shit from nothing like it's Minecraft Red bottoms on, I'm lava stepping like a mineshaft So many backstabbers, I might play the riot shield Letras de cancionesTwo-tone AP, when it hit the light, you think the diamonds teal Why you drinking Taylor Port? (Why?) You a major dork Tryna keep up with the gang like eating steak with paper forks (You can't) Said he on my head? Shit, I'm real concerned Pop out, drop his ass and grab the tag, shit, that's a kill confirmed Hit him where it hurt, we aiming for his jugular Acting like you serving bricks, your pockets, they on customer Everything I'm seeing fake, I ain't wearin' an Oculus All the fiends up on the block, it look like an apocalypse Brodie throwing gang signs, you'd think he know some ninjutsu Humane Society, the kitchen got like six Shih Tzus Knocked the wheels up off his Bugatti, now it's a Ducati Why you always dick suckin' the gang? You need a new hobby ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia From Letras Mania