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Ayy, he off of Adderall F*ck a Perky, know he takin' Tylenols
Used to ball on the field, so I had to ball She be fuckin' real close, but what are the
draws
You know that she be good when I be the wall Spread it out, watch me f*ck it and eat it

Eat a pussy and lips, and her feet and all
I can't drop cause, these niggas might leak it all
Niggas, they runnin' and fumblin' But I got some niggas that's like that
Niggas, they runnin' and fumblin' Don't you bark, cause my niggas, they bite back

These .762s, gonna knock out the
spleen in yo' head, but this .223 fight back
Catch a opp in the cut with his niggas that lack
Catch a Kill if you clutchin' the right mac, Miss a kill, then my niggas spin right back

Gotta ask all my opps where they pipe at Put a switch on my Glock like a lifehack
Pull the tracks, now yo' bitch on the right tracks
Never settle for bitches that texting they ex Cause they fucking opp niggas that write back
Doggystyle, while yo' bitch, she be grippin' my arm, grab her neck

Cause I know that she like that Superman, when I pull out this cape, bitch
Never scared, cause my niggas, they face shit
When I'm dressin' all black like I'm racist I go crazy, gorilla, that ape shit
I'm hot like a oven, and I keep the heat on me, and I be ready to bake shit

Don't hang with no goofys , cause they like to back door, so I can not hang with the fake shit
Pull over, my niggas, they dump shit NBA when I'm on, that red rum shit
Don't just stand by my truck on that dumb shit Don't you run, cause my niggas, they pump shit
Gradyson, when he packin', no way that he lackin

Cause he keeps the stick in the trunk, bitch
If you try to slide, the mission gon' fail, cause we been den, already done it
I been runnin' the streets since a youngin
She been runnin' the streets while I'm comin

When she askin' for shit, it be nothin
When she beggin' for dick, it be somethin
Don't turn off the light, and don't turn off the music
Cause my twin gone have this bitch jumpin

Don't come with your bitch or her friend with the fatty
Cause we gon' be in that bitch fuckin
Keep a gun with a dick, now it's bustin
Back in middle, I was lovin' and crushin

He be clutchin' for nothin', he bluffin
She a freak, she'll cry, why she suckin'
She get mad when I go through a phone and be lurkin
But baby, I'm workin', don't trust it

She get mad when I posting my ex, cause we cool, f*ck a hoe, that's not you I be lovin
Up at AM, she be wantin' some head
See her ex in her phone wit da dreads
I can't text, cause my bitch, she be scared

She go back and re-read what I said
If I catch him lacking, he don't know what happened
But he gon' be takin' some meds
She only be talkin' to niggas that's poppin

But baby, you talk to the feds
Pull over, cause niggas, they follow me
69, eat her out while, she swallow me
When I'm mad, I be givin' apologies

She gave me head with two hands like biology
Can't show no love, but my heart say I gotta be
Bend her down watch me call foul when she body me
We take his money like we play Monopoly

Internet, beef be the opps on technology
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Oh God, Grady

Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Oh God
Gang, gang, Grady

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