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Prod. By Blocboy
Hah, hah, check it (word) Hah hah hah (yeah yeah yeah), check it (Yeah, yeah) hah, hah (yeah yeah yeah) Hah (Bloc), hah (whoa), hah (word) These niggas after me I
got them shooters on balconies I'm getting head from a
bitch and she Japanese (word) Niggas they talking, I'm loading and clapping these Loading and clapping these pistols (pistols) You are not an automatic hitter (a hitter) Really you an automatic misser Fuck it, I'ma automatic get you (huh?) Smack a
nigga ass with the
pistol (pistol) Pop a
nigga ass like a
pimple (a pimple) Store-store-store run, get the
gun (store run) Up the
Tommy, take his funds (he gone) Take the
hundreds leave the
ones For the
strippers nigga (for the
strippers) I
got an SK with a
shank, that's the
tipper nigga (that's the
tipper) Beat a
nigga, sweep a
nigga We don't need them niggas (fuck 'em) I
don't think you niggas 'bout nothing (word) When I
see you in the
street (huh?), you ain't even got a
gun Asking niggas for money (word), nigga you ain't got no funds You know I
do it B-I-G, you can call me Big Pun (yeah yeah yeah) But I
don't smoke no pom-poms Run up, get done up (word) My clip is so heavy, I
can't hold my arm up (my arm up) Y'all niggas faker than warmups (warmups) I
got the
bread like a
farmer (I-I-I-I) Shoot like I'm Mario Chalmers (Chalmers) Working my wrist, fuck my arm up (fuck my arm up) I
feel like Nash on the
Suns, Mario chasing them corn You dancing, we pull up with guns, I'm 700, you done (Crip, Crip) Got my hitters in the
front like a
radiator Using big words so you know they annihilate you I'm in her mouth like Now & Laters, bitch I
got all flavors Bring that shit back, no turntable Multiply that like times tables We ain't got time for that If you really want a
crease, use the
iron for that Now a
nigga need a
piece of his spinal back In a
line of MAC's Ke-ke-keep that, keep that iron for that If it's an altercation, nigga we use nines for that We don't do conversations, baby we don't got time for that We ain't got time for that, we ain't got time for that (Hey, wait) We gon' do the
ad-libs (Hey, wait) Tay, told 'em go'n do the
ad-libs Klay, I
got your bitch calling me a, bae And I
really don't know what to, say I
want her head like some motherfucking braids And you know I'm finna, ayy, ayy, ayy And I
made this beat, ayy Got your bitch and she in the
sheets, ayy And we turnt up in the
studio Track nation, yeah we live in this fucking ho I
got your bitch, she tryna book me for a
fucking show She gon' make you pay for it, and you already know Bitch, I'm live Like Channel Five I
just put 'bout a
three five In a
blunt, now I'm so fucking high To the
sky though Nigga asking me these questions, I'm like why though? And my niggas got that money standing five four My money standing six four, I'm in a
six four with the
loads Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, bitch
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