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[Verse]
Rick boots, with the fur on it
Plenty niggas wouldn't turn on me
Play with that fire you get burnt, huh
It's a bad bitch, she give me the worst
Servin' junkies, off the [?], burn on it
Niggas snake, how you turn on me
She on my dick, just serve on it
AMG, just swerve on it
Don't give a fuck what you heard, homie
I was waiting for my turn, homie
I took a L, then learned from it
He took a L, now he burnt, huh
It's Margiela, thats all on my shirt
Send up hella' bullets to the [?]
He got hella' bullets, wheres the nurse?
I got hella' money by thе first
She want Vetemеnts, got her Prada first
He a dead man, put him in a hearse
I smoke dead, he smoking off a herb
I tell bitch what she want, cause its hers
But, hell nah, I can't buy you no purse
I got money, everything got worse
It's a blessing and a curse
Do not test me, you get hurt
I'm the best nigga making it work
I'm invested in buying a perc
I kill every nigga on this earth
I hope every nigga get it worse
Every nigga think that they diverse
Bitch, you unoriginal, they hurt
Feel like its a different multiverse
Rick boots, with the fur on it
Plenty niggas wouldn't turn on me
Play with that fire you get burnt, huh
It's a bad bitch, she give me the worst
Servin' junkies, off the [?], burn on it
Niggas snake, how you turn on me
She on my dick, just serve on it
AMG, just swerve on it
Don't give a fuck what you heard, homie
I was waiting for my turn, homie
I took a L, then learned from it
He took a L, now he burnt, huh
It's Margiela, thats all on my shirt
Send up hella' bullets to the [?]
He got hella' bullets, wheres the nurse?
I got hella' money by thе first
She want Vetemеnts, got her Prada first
He a dead man, put him in a hearse
I smoke dead, he smoking off a herb
I tell bitch what she want, cause its hers
But, hell nah, I can't buy you no purse
I got money, everything got worse
It's a blessing and a curse
Do not test me, you get hurt
I'm the best nigga making it work
I'm invested in buying a perc
I kill every nigga on this earth
I hope every nigga get it worse
Every nigga think that they diverse
Bitch, you unoriginal, they hurt
Feel like its a different multiverse
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