Size 9 fly kicks
Hit and miss these fake crips
Is there any love
Where the fuck the chorus
What the fuck were you thinking?
I do the right thing
Gang banging with bloods and crips
That was my influence
I know you're mad, but so what
''still standin, still sandin'' what the fuck
Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut
I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?
Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters
Hundred k in twenty-two hours
But i'm not worried
Ugh fuck turn up the heat,
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