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Ayy, ayy, ayy
On foenem grave, you already know how this shit go
Don't touch me, look
Don't even look at me

Ride through this block the wrong way, might get your car flipped
Foenem pop out with chopsticks, them boys toxic
You ain't put on for the wock, don't even watch it
I be opening doors like I'm some locksmith
Stop it, I used to be posted by that market
You can try to run, foe 'gon chase you like a ostrich
I don't fuck with these rappers, they be on opp shit
I don't go in the club if I can't get the Glock in

I spent like fifteen-hundred on these Louie Trainer's
My bitch been acting up, so I had to train her
I just got me some acres, ain't got no neighbor
I got some shorties in the hood that owe me favors
I went and got a wrist piece that cost me sixty
I still stop in the trenches to get a six-piece
I pulled up in a lamb chop like, "did you miss me?"
That lamb chop so fast if you blink you might miss me

Ride through this block the wrong way, might get your car flipped
Foenem pop out with chopsticks, them boys toxic
You ain't put on for the wock, don't even watch it
I be opening doors like I'm some locksmith
Stop it, I used to be posted by that market
You can try to run, foe 'gon chase you like a ostrich
I don't fuck with these rappers, they be on opp shit
I don't go in the club if I can't get the Glock in

Walk in the function, with my weed lit
Don't disturb me or call me about no free shit
Put my neck and my wrist together, that's like three bricks
I might do the race, I told the judge to "eat a dick"
I get straight to the bucks, I'm just being honest
These niggas get in jams and start being honest
It's always the one's that's talking that ain't even done shit
I'm a skrapper, I ain't never ran but we run shit

Ride through this block the wrong way, might get your car flipped
Foenem pop out with chopsticks, them boys toxic
You ain't put on for the wock, don't even watch it
I be opening doors like I'm some locksmith
Stop it, I used to be posted by that market
You can try to run, foe 'gon chase you like a ostrich
I don't fuck with these rappers, they be on opp shit
I don't go in the club if I can't get the Glock in

Ayy, ayy, ayy
I don't fuck with these rappers, I do no Glock in
I don't go in the club if I get my Glock in
I can't fuck with these hoes, if I can't get no [?]

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