Ask who the fuck want it, i bring it to your doorbell
Like dammit you the shit you do it so well
Carefree i don’t need the stress
The freshness of my breath bring your death
When we bring out them choppers, you gonna have heart attack.
Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track
Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
Whatchu hollering, gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
Everybody finger point in your direction
Still got my nike boots
Bring your whole goons of dudes
When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz
I bring the tension in bricks, your raised it up a couple grams,
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