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Tyde, slow down, man You thought I was an unsuspecting prey, thinkin' 'bout the petty games You tried to play when poppin' off, the prize ain't no confetti spray It's alright, go take a day, the bars you do leave heavy strain And all that weight could pop your noodle, splatterin' spaghetti brains Led erase, don't draw no guns, I cock a doodle in bed awake I'm doggin' on bitches with the doo, doo, doo and have you catchin' strays All those who already slain just serve as warnings for opponents On your grave, it says you lost in stone due to my steady aim! The levee breaks, motherfuckеr, you deaded Gettin' your hеad cut off, it seems that's where you suckers be headin' And speakin' truths our DNA, I guess it's somethin' genetic You switched it up for NDAs, now say I wasn't prophetic Pathetic, oh, you stay packin? You gon' pull out the stick? (Ha) Cock it and pull it out your pants, you're really tuckin' some shit? (Ya) Then you better off stayin' strapped up, got the nuts to go spit (Yo, yo, yo) That's what your Daddy shoulda did when he was fuckin' his bitch (yo, yo, ah!) Click click, blaow! Got a steady aim with the scope in the game, bitch (Bitch) Yes, ready for fame, so cope with the pain, bitch (Yuh) You say "Stay in your lane," off the road, in the ditch, bitch Came to clean up the game, you don't wanna miss this (Ha) Got a steady aim with the scope in the game, bitch (Woo) Yes, ready for fame, so cope with the pain, bitch (Huh) Letras de cancionesSay "Stay in your lane," off a road, in the ditch, bitch (Bitch) Came to clean up the game, you don't wanna miss this (Ha, ha, uh) You feel the fire beneath you—damn, and I ain’t started (Huh) I’m so clean you won’t see me hidin' the dang Arson (Huh) Turn y’all to X clones just like a Ken Carson You won’t even sit a chance, motherfucker, forget about it Now I’m off it, I’ve come to take over the second quarter (Huh) 2024 has fell in the palms of a better owner I’m incredible, yeah (Woo), you better know it But I never told you to think it, it’s just how I present And you feel it, I can go round for round with these freaks A surround sound pound for pound in 3D (Uh) And the crowd starts wilin' out when he speaks 'Cause I vow to be the wildest out from Sydney, motherfucker (Woo) I'm just pickin' your pockets as I pick a pocket to spit at (Huh) I’m lickin' my chops at the beats, word to Nasaan, I’m bizzack I’m ready for my big break, call it a Kit-Kat (Ha) And kill all the compe- shit, wait, I already did that Got a steady aim with the scope in the game, bitch (Woo) Yes, ready for fame, so cope with the pain, bitch (Huh) Say "Stay in your lane," off a road, in the ditch, bitch (Bitch) Came to clean up the game, you don't wanna miss this (Ha, ha, uh) Got a steady aim with the scope in the game, bitch Yes, ready for fame, so cope with the pain, bitch You say "Stay in your lane," off the road, in the ditch Came to clean up the game, you don't wanna miss this From Letras Mania