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If you get a glimpse when I'm out, nigga it's bad luck (Ayy) I just put ten mill' in the pen, it made me feel better Shooter passin' out these bowls I'm cold with the blammer (Okay) My lil' young nigga ran a M on the road he a scammer (Run it up) Drippin' Moncler, I smash 'em, covered in bezel (Covered up) But I'm clever, vendettas, raw dope it's whatever (Let's go up) I'm a rapper, but better, if I go, I go federal (Pluto) I pour up, I don't measure, I smash soon I met her (Oh) I leveled up, my bread up, I'm fed up, it's pressure It's gang-gang, you can't hang, we slimin' out whoever I keep it on, get stepped on, in Maison Margiela Got two cribs in Alpharetta they down the street from each other (Wodie) I know trap spot, my lil' one, he know the laptop (Wodie) Shawty had me Kel-Tec, Chris Vic, he a vampire (Ooh) Campin' right in front of your house and start up a campfire (Boom, boom) I just did my numbers then fumbled this wasn't a landslide (Super) Ain't gon' be no nigga who dissin' you I'm spinnin' back to back (Super) Any nigga say he want a issue, I'm goin' rat-a-tat (Brrt) Fifty bullets sittin' in the clip it got a nigga arrogant (Drrt) Murderers on murderers do murders my natural habitat (Murder)
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Compositores: Nardo Wick, Future, Southside, Smatt Sertified, Looisey, Elyas, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, CAZ_MUZIC, Jonas Koch & LBambino