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- And I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk (Bow)
- I’ma let this MAC float, this one, hold on
- I said I'ma let that
- Alright, come on
- (Von)
- Alright
- (Von)
- Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee
- I had a thot, she be with the shit, she told me where he be
- I said for sure, baby let me know if you wanna eat
- She like Von, "You already know, just put your girl on fleek"
- I’m like, "Cool, I can do that, boo, what, you want some shoes?"
- "Jimmy Choo? With a handbag, too? Red or baby blue?"
- She get to smilin', she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit
- I'm just laughin', coulda been a pimp the way I move my lips
- I be speedin', coulda been a driver the way I push the whip
- You a ho, coulda been a bitch the way you throw a fit
- But fuck that, right back to the script ’cause this a major lick
- He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist
- Now its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in The Wic
- But he ain’t go, but he ain't that slow, say meet ’im at the store
- I'm like cool, let 'im front his move, do what he gon' do
- ’Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew
- I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new
- We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go
- But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6 24
- Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pullin' up now
- He double park, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start
- That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fourth
- He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore
- Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck
- Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt
- Now I sneak up crouching like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire
- Block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers
- I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass
- But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin'
- I was lacking, 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out, "What's crackin'?"
- I'm like, "What?" I'm like, "Nigga who?" I was born to shoot
- I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang when it comes to chains
- So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie
- Bitch it's do or die, you said you gon' slide
- You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work
- From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd
- Bitch we not from 63rd
- This the game, put in work
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