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These n***as acting, they doing skits
How you mad 'cause I'm on my shit?
Feel like Brad, I make them moshpit
I'm yo' dad, go get me a switch
'Bout a give this fuck n***a a whoopin'
If he rap, then shit, what's his blickins
I'm holdin' my strap 'cause these n***as keep lookin'
I'm icy as fuck, I keep up bitch, I'm cold
If he reach for my chain he gon' die that's on bro
Balenci', yeah, Gucci that's all on my clothes
Emilio Pucci that's all on her, woah
I got rich the day that I sold my soul
Everyday I get money, that's my only goal
When I was younger on Christmas, Santa gave me coal
Give a fuck 'bout a gift, bitch, I'm want me some money
Yeah, I count that shit up like its nothin'
Yeah, I bet yo' bitch fuck me for somethin'
Start fuckin at night, got weed [?], now it's sun up
She ride me like a trike, she ride me like some pegs
Hold on, bitch I'm still off of these meds
Hold on, bitch have you heard what I said?
Hold on, I just put a dub on his head
Hold on, now these n***as runnin', they scared
Pussy boy you made yo' own bed
Laid him down, put that boy to rest
My n***as...