But fuck with me, boy, that means war
Lower than my credit score
Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat
Boy would come back because she forgave that
My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw
Let every rapper rock itlet tha hoes that i usta know
Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking, boy
The most manifest scandalous rapper that can handle this
And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches
It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit
Every rapper knows that raps the shit
One time for the ville that cole rep
Im like no other rapper that you've met.
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