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You say you flipping dope
In the trap with your ho
But see I'm bout that murder
Catch a body with the burner talking this and that
Triple 6 in the sticks with a Soulja rag
$uicide B-O-Y ain't no compromise
Walking round looking like I'm from Columbine
Homicide's glorified on my side of town
Better have protection if you fuc*** walking round
Me and Oddy catching bodies then we rolling gaudy
Always foggy when I'm creeping black all on my body
You say you driving Maserati but I call your bluff
Always murder then I rob 'em money ain't enough
No money ain't enough

Creeping, sparking, thinking maybe if I, if I shoot
Just take this Nine, and plead defense, but my life I will protect
I don't rock for selfish niggas, .45 [?] chest
I'll have you running, man, I guess that's why you so upset
You think you're hard, huh? Lil boy, say you with the shits
Until your dogs at your door and run all your chips
[?] on the floor, ya' partners gon dip
Then put them lights in his eyes, bury a snitch
I'm moving Hector he just playing with it
He pu***
A couple bands'll have ya layin still
Don't push me
The hustle god ain't with the chitter-chatter, boy what's happening?
We talkin'? Lil boa, we can make it happen
It's nothin'

Back in all black
Bitch, Give me that backpack
Fill it with a sack and a stack
And that's that crack in the pack
Bitch, I need to backtrack
Real talk, need a trackback?
I'ma need the cash
I'ma need the weed
Need to ash
I'ma need the green
That's dope and money
Smoking honey
All mac pack in a black Cadillac
Ain't nothing funny
Ain't no handouts, ain't no biting
Stick your hand out—I'll start slicing
Advising sacrificing all you lice and I start pricing
I'm tasting ice and lemonade in paradise
I'm icing Sprite and Lean enticing me till' I KO
I might be Tyson