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[Verse]
I got a Glocka, hot like sriracha
Clip on peppers, you catch a lotta
Pull up on rubber and shoot through yo' Honda, ayy
Die in that bucket like that boy a lobster
He get a suit and tie, that boy a mobster
.223's and they flyin' out Dodgers
Bob and weave bullets like that boy a boxer
MP9 in Impala
Someone inside of the trunk like yo' partner
Like who need an issue?
Wipe a nigga nose like "Who need a tissue?"
Come through blowin' like "Who need a whistle?"
I beat yo' ass boy, who need a pistol?
I'm talkin' shit, I'll blick you
Do it on accident, ain't even pick you
Walk right up, can't afford to miss you
No yo' bitch angry at me, she can't kiss you
Mothafuckin' monster
Buckle up ya Honda's
We ridin' like Wakanda
Face shot, spine shot
He drippin' like Designer
Neck shot, it got him changin' colors like iguana
He will not see mañana
It's over for you
Blood spillin' like you leakin'—
[Verse]
I got a Glocka, hot like sriracha
Clip on peppers, you catch a lotta
Pull up on rubber and shoot through yo' Honda, ayy
Die in that bucket like that boy a lobster
He get a suit and tie, that boy a mobster
.223's and they flyin' out Dodgers
Bob and weave bullets like that boy a boxer
MP9 in Impala
Someone inside of the trunk like yo' partner
Like who need an issue?
Wipe a nigga nose like "Who need a tissue?"
Come through blowin' like "Who need a whistle?"
I beat yo' ass boy, who need a pistol?
I'm talkin' shit, I'll blick you
Do it on accident, ain't even pick you
Walk right up, can't afford to miss you
No yo' bitch angry at me, she can't kiss you
Mothafuckin' monster
Buckle up ya Honda's
We ridin' like Wakanda
Face shot, spine shot
He drippin' like Designer
Neck shot, it got him changin' colors like iguana
He will not see mañana
It's over for you
Blood spillin' like you leakin'—
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