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Hunned round glizzy
I got the switch
She fucking with me
Think I'll take your bitch
Yes they switched up
When the cracky got rich
I'm getting money
Feel like Money Mitch
I hit your dome
Bullets we spray
I'm coming home so
I'm at it all day
Up in the stu, putting in work
Tell me the truth
Or you end up on shirt
Popping a goofy
Just like a perc
Thought that they knew me
But I knew they lurk
Getting so faded
I feel like I'm Durk
Cracky got paid
So I'm going to Turks
Run like a track
Make a fat hoe gas out
Try to relax so
I'm blowing her back out
Talking that shit
I bring the mac out
Throw you and ditch
And we turn you to pack now
I'm not a knight
But they calling me sir
Bitch I'm like Alfred
The opps getting served
You already know
I'm ahead of the curve
You messing with us
And your brains on the curb
Our notes tied together
They call that a slur
I take a right
Now I'm taking a left
Go to the corner
Store get me a bev
When I eat chicken
I just eat the breast
Spinning the block
On the Polar Express
Counting money like sheep
The crew get sleep
Our feature prices are steep
Keep the crew safe
Like we're in Helms Deep
Going crazy like Bimblar Unleashed
Feed my loved ones with a feast
You know Jim be eating lays
In the fit looking like he in the CIA
We don't use ways
We only use Apple Maps
They took the guy
With the dreads off Apple Jacks
Went from Excel spreadsheets
To three different in my bedsheets
Now I got JP mixing hot beats
With the AP rounds
When I pack heat
Hit 'em up like what's brackin'
Just look at what I'm packing
He start pressing
And this Glock start cracking
Jpeezy has a stutter
Bring up profit Margarines
Like a fake stick of butter
Thinking revolutionary
Call me the box cutter
I learned how to play
The tuba just to play
The uncle Ruckus theme
Could have played it on bassoon
But that instrument
Doesn't fit with the tune
Trynna rise to the top good thing
I'm not afraid of heights
I'm white so call
My chains Vanilla Ice
Hang an opp, torture his body
And leave his head on a vise
The Tribe Called Quest
Is the base of all life
I'm a young gangster Scotsman
With a little bit of African spice
If she's a certified hoe you know
I can't treat her right
I don't start fights I finish them
Treat an opp like a chord
I'll diminish them
I got mad bricks
And I'm flipping them
I got sad chicks
And I'm dicking them
I'm not from the trenches
I'm digging them
My opps opps are Finnish men
Killing opps with mental math
Study their deaths
With an exponential curve
They probably don't know
I'm taking bout a graph
I really don't like cats
I don't know why so many people
Are obsessed with them
My Timbs and Huge leather jacket
Are cutting off my circulation
My opps tried to find
The circumcision of a circle
He got glasses and suspenders
Like his names Irkel
