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Niggas talk like radio but they don't want no static
Fah, fah, sound out this automatic
G-Gas icy, that shit looking like this Paddock
You get a text about my ho then you can have it
Kick up in yo' crib, that shit you flexing I'ma grab it
I like my women classy, on they business, fuck a ratchet
When that bullet hit that nigga face, that shit was so tragic
He ain't proceed with caution so I caught his ass in traffic

Fah, fah, fah, now they say his name in past-tense
And he got a ceremony talking all about his passions
Bitch, it's gang way or no way, I ain't diplomatic
And we catching opposition like a nigga played in Madden
H-How yo' name Santana but in my [?]
And we don't ride with hammers when we say we got them tools
Niggas hot, ninety degrees but they money be acute
Niggas capping up, this ch-ch-choppa put him on the news
I got gang ties, white shoes, red lace
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This Desert Eagle by my side, it make you disintegrate
He talking brazy on the 'net
But won't say that shit face to face
Broad day, bare face, Fox 5
Don't post me on yo' Insta' when we fucking 'cause you not mine
Hottest project of this year, none of y'all can top mine
And I'm toting on this Drac', my VV blinging like my hotline

Niggas talk like radio but they don't want no static
Fah, fah, sound out this automatic
G-Gas icy, that shit looking like this Paddock
You get a text about my ho then you can have it
Kick up in yo' crib, that shit you flexing I'ma grab it
I like my women classy, on they business, fuck a ratchet
When that bullet hit that nigga face, that shit was so tragic
He ain't proceed with caution so I caught his ass in traffic

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