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PNEUMONIA

(アルバム: X6 - 2020)


Take my bullets out the freezer, shoot a nigga, now he got pneumonia
Graduated from scam school without no diploma
Find an opp crib and we outside like Cassanova
Bust a play now I spread it out like Ebola virus
I take trips and get paid like an Uber driver
Writing a verse in my room and my house caught on fire
Popped a nigga, he told on me and he a ghost writer
Every time I drop another opp they print more flyers
I can tell niggas ain't eating, where your appetite?
I'ma still be rich in my afterlife
Nigga tried to rob me, ended up mad, he wasn't satisfied
I can give it to you anywhere like a satellite
Too many bags in the spot like we just went shopping
Walked outside, I see police vans and helicopters
I'm hot as hell right now, bring the thermometer
$10, 000 on the fit, bring a mop and janitor

She got some fire ass pussy, almost burnt my dick
They turned off my cable in the crib, I'm watching the fire stick
I only play my mixtape in the fire department
I'm still thinking should I get a mansion or apartment
She trying to get her hair done, she want her nails acrylic
The police stole my drank, it got me in my feelings
Clean a nigga pockets out like I do laundry
Shot a nigga he survived, he a Call of Duty zombie
Niggas old and played out like Ambercrombie and Fitch
Seen my opp, he gave it up, ain't even have to hit the lick
A bitch sent me some heart emojis then unsent
Cause her boyfriend on the page, she didn't want him to see that shit
Niggas said he got some money for me I ain't see the rest
Went to the club, I ain't throw no money, I brought my gun and made a mess
Washington Post, New York Times, I'm in the press
That's some huge accomplishments nigga I ain't trying to flex
XXL, Funk Flex, what's next?
They having a bidding war on my methods, place yo bets
They taking pictures of my drip when I put it on
Why the fuck niggas hating on me when I put you on
And I'm bout to walk in Chase to get a big loan
Niggas can't get my real jack, this my trap phone
I got two bad hoes trying to tag along
Niggas fucked up at the crib sad and alone
Just seen my uncle in the spot, he bagging the dope
If I fall off one time, I'ma hang myself with a rope

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