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Uh Ayy, ain't no stoppin' me I'm above can't, we apostrophes Seen all sides and all I see isosceles Pyramid schemes and the atrocities they causin', ain't no pausin' Ain't enough gauze in the holes in your logic The optics work like an oxtail and everything's gravy, you crazy? Roll up the flower, these niggas keep pushin' up daisies Pour out some cognac, I'm holdin' the bottleneck lazy Boiling back in my seat, black on my teeth Activated charcoal poison, back in the streets Acclimated, hardly just charged up Batteries is aggravated, tell 'em they can't spar with us I seen the end, they don't wanna start with us It'll cost them an arm and a leg The other leg, the other arm, and his head Margarine message, don't gotta be butter, just as long as it spreads, ducks They in the shallow water followin' bread, the fuck? I'm 'cross the pond, jaywalkin' an autobahn I'm in the motherland tryna connect with my other fam' Brother man, I don't know no fake niggas We don't bury truth, I don't know gravediggers No chains, ain't no slaves with us (Butcher comin') No propane, keep that flame with us Letras de cancionesYeah, it's big clip Butcher, ain't no bargainin' with the family My hoes send each other nudes like Ari and Young Miami I was rummagin' through trash (Trash), now I'm runnin' through this cash (Cash) It got me peaceful, I be humming tunes while thumbin' through a half (Hahaha) You a snitch, don't deserve to be safe Don't say a word, just make him prove that boy mine like a paternity case I spent two bricks on this Rollie, woke up, and went jewelry shoppin' In the house claustrophobic, surrounded by Louis boxes Y'all jumped off the porch, but not me, I'm a scuba diver So if I still can't get my respect, I'ma shoot it out you The corner room at Nobu, those the best reservations Associates over friends 'cause it be less expectations The fuck y'all niggas doin' if y'all ain't stackin' that up? 'Cause, by time my album drop, I'm gon' be wrappin' that up (Time ran out) Me, I'm connected 'round the map like I'm Trump I'm in red states trappin' with a satellite on a Cadillac truck And still feelin' like a villain behind glasses Chillin', sippin' Villa Antinori out of wine glasses, I win again Tell the plug I need options, I'm picky, picky with the dope And my bitches, I ain't goin' fifty-fifty with no ho From Letras Mania