| Who is you talkin' to, turn into barbecue
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| Keep talking shit, I’ma spark at you
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| Lie to my face like you getting cake
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| Pussy boy sold me a dogfood
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| You shining, that’s how I spotted you
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| Them diamonds I gotta get off you
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| That’s a closed casket, put him in a basket
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| Headliner, it’s breaking news
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| Smoking on dope, chilling with the guys
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| While you at work pullin' five to nines
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| I’d rather go pull me a crime
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| Or hit the club throwin' up signs
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| Nigga diss crip then he dying
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| I got two white hoes snorting up lines
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| But I don’t do dope drugs
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| But I’ma fuck on both of 'em
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| Stack my hundreds, nigga no ones
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| I don’t really fuck with no one
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| Super Saiyan on these niggas
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| I might turn into a Gohan
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| Got my hand on the trigger
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| Nigga playin', shoot both of 'em
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| Nigga playin', shoot both of 'em
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| Nigga playin', shoot both of 'em
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| Shoot a fire with both arms
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| What is you sayin'?
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| Can’t make demand, we used to do store runs
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| And your daddy is a bitch
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| 'Cause he got his ass kicked by Grandpa Joe’s son
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| Young nigga you a ho’s son
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| And you gon' have a ho’s son
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| And it’s really fucked up
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| When y’all getting locked up, y’all can’t make no bond
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| Who is you talkin' to, turn into barbecue
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| Keep talking shit, I’ma spark at you
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| Lie to my face like you getting cake
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| Pussy boy sold me a dogfood
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| You shining, that’s how I spotted you
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| Them diamonds I gotta get off you
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| That’s a closed casket, put him in a basket
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| Headliner, it’s breaking news |