Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
No you cant hide from me
Cant impeach me, you cant breech me,
She said, "don't be fucking with nobody
Cant see me or my snipers
It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse
I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep
Gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta flows that cant be beat,
Beat those fags cause we cant stop
Uh, you gotta get in line, hop
Part of my heart beat, inside of me
20 racks really thats sneaker money
You cant leech me, you cant speech me,
Do you think i'm crazy
Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch
Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich
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