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Come on Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga, Gudda Cook that shit up, Quay D. Hill Feel like I'm walking through hell My brother got hit up with shells We running through bags, the
narcs on our ass But fuck it, nobody gon' tell Some niggas switched up, oh well All my niggas bossed up, we player We going up, need to get this on film Got my weight up, I
didn't go to no gym The
chopper stay tucked, it's gon' knock off some limbs I
want all the
smoke, yeah the
shit you inhale Yeah I
could've failed but a
nigga prevailed Got some racks on me now and this shit it got layers I
smoke out the
pound, you gon' weigh on the
scale My packs airborne, they come through the
mail My son is four, he rich as the
mayor My brother locked up and he trap out his cell Your girl is a
whore, the
gang gon' slay her Beat down, drill, we'll shoot a
hundred shots Pop this chopper, got 'em ducking like a
fire drill I'm on lean, weed, pills, neck got the
fucking chills Yeah this beat come from Gudda Tay, Quay, and D. Hill Before I
was rapping, yeah a
young nigga was trapping Post in the
cut and I
get out the
package Her ass and titties is clapping but the
shit plastic Boy I'm so sick of the
capping Godzilla, got hitters, been platinum I
want some lamb but fuck it I
can't go to platinum They heard that I
signed me a
deal, they said I'm worth millions Why the
fuck I
be on Candler? Feel like I'm walking through hell My brother got hit up with shells We running through bags, the
narcs on our ass But fuck it, nobody gon' tell Some niggas switched up, oh well All my niggas bossed up, we player We going up, need to get this on film Got my weight up, I
didn't go to no gym The
chopper stay tucked, it's gon' knock off some limbs I
want all the
smoke, yeah the
shit you inhale Yeah I
could've failed but a
nigga prevailed Got some racks on me now and this shit it got layers I
smoke out the
pound, you gon' weigh on the
scale My packs airborne, they come through the
mail My son is four, he rich as the
mayor My brother locked up and he trap out his cell My brother caught life so he couldn't pay the
bail My son ain't but four, he rich and he player He watch me record, he watch all my film He told me take the
1'5 to the
gym So I
keep dropping hits, I
keep giving hell The
fans going up, they jumping the
rail Stay with a
shrimp, might pull up and kill When I
need me a
temp I
pull up with shells They say I'm dabbing, I'm fresh as hell I'm rocking Givenchy, my bitch do it well Balenci, Christian, Gucci, Chanel Wraith, Bentley camera, riding down Mill Sliding four fifty-eight like a
bat out of hell Go high speed chase, got 12 on my tail We got packs and they sell We got bricks and they frail Feel like I'm walking through hell My brother got hit up with shells We running through bags, the
narcs on our ass But fuck it, nobody gon' tell Some niggas switched up, oh well All my niggas bossed up, we player We going up, need to get this on film Got my weight up, I
didn't go to no gym The
chopper stay tucked, it's gon' knock off some limbs I
want all the
smoke, yeah the
shit you inhale Yeah I
could've failed but a
nigga prevailed Got some racks on me now and this shit it got layers I
smoke out the
pound, you gon' weigh on the
scale My packs airborne, they come through the
mail My son is four, he rich as the
mayor My brother locked up and he trap out his cell
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