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Armani White

stick up

 

stick up

(альбом: hiding out west - 2019)


If I catch them on my strip out slipping
I'ma make sure they feel it more then just a little bit

Nigga, if I ain't in ya top 5 then what the fuck is your argument
I'm parked in a garage with a Geffen rep A&R
In a charger the window locked and he coughing given two options to
Either gain a new artist or losing out on ya oxygen
Arm barring a barber, poppin up to give ya pop a shove
And knock ya momma out and then finger her with the boxing glove

If I catch them on my strip out slipping
I'ma make sure they feel it more then just a little bit

They got me flagged, I even fucked around and got illuminati mad
My chipping tooth keep slipping through the sloppy mask
The spot they spot me as
The ring leader, king me, them niggas get the Rodney ass
Whooping, shotty blast and then rotisserie the body bag
Double piece shorties, I checker and paint the victim & stick her
The bigger the lick then the bigger the dinner yo ligament ripping it ricochet
Rivet and rigged a rib an original riddick yo ribbon ain't shit
A lieutenant get ten if yo tenant attending he tending yo tent & attempting to back up!
They tripping off of acid still give him a chance to pass the steel
And rap yo cypher blasting, the passenger gotta grab the wheel
I crashed the lambo at the packer field, kidnap him
I pad the wall and grip a tablet and crack the glass across that bastard's grill
Show up with bandolier and strap around the chest
I'll hand the pistol to your face and still clap when I'm impressed fucking clown

If I catch them on my strip out slipping
I'ma make sure they feel it more then just a little bit

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