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CMD

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Snatch that nigga's watch, I'm a wrist taker
Feel me
Snatch that nigga's watch, I'm a risk taker
Left that boy hangin' that's a cliffhanger
CMD just dropped, that's another banger
And if you hatin' on me, here's my middle finger
Cause these niggas getting flu-flam
Talkin' on me, man, you know I'll get your whole crew slammed
Chop made him and his homies do a group dance
Can't even school em broke niggas got no class
I'm the line leader, so you better cross no lines
I only tell em' once, Ion gotta tell em' twice
She tryna leave with me, cause a nigga hit it right
I really love the check, so a nigga mess with Nikes
His chain look hella nice, so you know I had to snatch that
Once I tapped that hoe, man, you know I had to pass that
We always carry sticks, like Dora with her backpack
It's funny that we rich, cause we used to get laughed at
Make an op see red for bein' on that bull
Smack them in that mouth for that weird stuff he pulled
Racking up my money like a young nigga should
And you would do the same if you broke niggas could
Passin' them up, they don't see us like a blind spot
While they dick riding, might as well rock a crop top
This heater by my side, gon really make the spot hot
Ain't no touch and go, so ain't no runnin' when you get caught
Spend a couple racks, I'ma make it all back
Bullets go flyin', nigga, where your face at?
Poppin' off the scene, but they can't face that
Your bitch on my dick, stuck like a face tat
Give him a haircut, call him Mr. Clean
Bullets end him like, if he was a fiend
We makin' mils, y'all just be making memes
I hit him one time, only just a piece
You a lil' bitch to me, nigga, like a niece
Y'all niggas stay on my skin like some fleas
Like how I start a car without any keys
I don't know, no one knows you and me
Both ways, nigga
Gun is bisexual
Talkin' bout bread, but you ain't even makin' dough
Keep the same energy when you touch the floor
Chillin' in my bed, bitch suckin' oak
All white tee and the jeans like the Pope
We super tight, Cuban links, maybe rope
When I pull up, you gon' say it's a joke
Killed your homie in the past, nigga
Let it go
Hit him in the head two times for that bum
Who's that knockin' on my door, you want some
Money comin' down like God spilled a cup
Four bitches on your team, still no luck
Spend a couple racks, I'ma make it all back
Bullets go flyin', nigga, where your face at?
Poppin' off the scene, but they can't face that
Your bitch on my dick, stuck like a face tat
Spend a couple racks, I'ma make it all back
Bullets go flyin', nigga, where your face at?
Poppin' off the scene, but they can't face that
Your bitch on my dick, stuck like a face tat

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