What you getting is death
So hold back ya tears
I'm getting sick of the bullshit,
Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip
Fuck your fillings, instead of getting crowned you're getting capped
This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt
Amen, they say you only live once
And i ain't getting breathless
Getting gangahead in the ashton martin
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
Baby, you got that super bass
40 on my face, getting cash
Of one day getting older
Enemies getting closer.
200 degrees but im getting sucked
Secret society all we ask is trust
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