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Nuhhhnah (Uh, uh)
(Uh) Nah, nah, nah
Uh, uh, uh (uh huuhuh)
Uh, uh, uh (uh huh)
I been out with this pole again
Shorty back on the road again (uhhuuh)
Uh (uhhuh)
(Damn Micah) uh (you went crazy)
Sticks and these drums cuz I stay with the band 'round me
Ain't no man, just fam 'round me
Ain't up his ying, he can't stand 'round me, uh
And I love how that fan sound be
Niggas switched up the code again
But look how I got in that mode again
Popping out with his pole again
COVID mask and a wig, they won't notice him

I got Baby K on me, he with me, I feel him
I do a show, take the roof off the building
Threw back a Tesla, aye Munchyy, I feel it
Get you some money, it boost up your spirit
I'm talking HD and 3D and allat
My vision clear, I can see through the rain
I can't even trip 'bout a L that I took
That shit got me winning, I see through the pain
If he not tryn' bubble or go hit a play
Don't be in this huddle, it's time for the "Break!"
Bipping all day then it's back to the rapping
I leave the stu then I'm back getting racks in
I gotta duck low, can't be on the radar
Then I pop out, this a sale for a plate
Naw I was geeking, he ordered up eight
And I'm right on the way, get him straight out the gate
(Bllll, Bllll!) (uhhuuuh)

(Spartans) uuhh
Walk down your block, shoot you straight in your face
They thought shit was a game, had to show I don't play
And I heard that you talk, better stay out my way
Uuuhhh (Better stay out my way, better stay in your lane)
You niggas be bitches, they showing them traits
They talk shit about me but smile in my face
Hey!
And I'm still trapping, still posted on the back block
Nigga got killed, put his gun in the stash spot
How you hating on me know I'm going to the damn top?
Drugs pry kill me but I'm knowing that I can't stop
MAC in this bag, I ain't talking 'bout no laptop
Yes I'm a rapper, don't feel like I made it
I want to show the world that we the greatest
Me, Leek and Scudda, "Fire in the Basement"

I told 'em don't speak on the gang (Speak on the gang)
That's the only way them niggas'll lose
Niggas hate when we 'round, that's a shame
Cuz they knowing bitches pick and choose
Shit they saving, spend it on some shoes
Niggas know I'm the one, they just copy my moves
Bad decisions, I know it's no back
It be hard for the lie, all this shit is a fact
I been having this motion it's regular
She charged for the freaking, these bitches is regular
Leaving shit 'round them people, you know you just testing 'em
I know if I'm out I might end like the rest of 'em
If he reach on this stage he goin' turn to a vegetable
That shit that they wanting, we having, collectible
Ain't got time for no bitches that's not on my schedule
Me and Munchyy and Scud on a whole 'nother level

Sticks and these drums cuz I stay with the band 'round me
Ain't no man, just fam 'round me
Ain't up his ying, he can't stand 'round me, uh
And I love how that fan sound be
Niggas switched up the code again
But look how I got in that mode again
Popping out with his pole again
Covid mask and a wig, they won't notice him

Baby K he be on me, I feel it
Leek and Munchyy with me, we the illest
Either way, we goin' make niggas feel us
Play with who? Niggas know that we fearless
They keep grabbing my niggas, shit don't feel the same
Said I'm sipping this lean so I don't feel the pain
See so much paper I'm turning a page
Shit, I'm out on that block and my mother she pray
I'm steady killing but tryn' duck a sentence
Go ask the streets, they goin' say I'm the realest
I talk to God and I ask for forgiveness
They think I'm evil, they call me a villain (Ahhahh)
Aye, aye, aye

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