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MLM Maddy Madd

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This is why I am champion I don't diss dead niggaz I'm not a drill rapper before I get in rap beef I'm just gone kill rappers and hypothetically don't kill rappers I just kill actors stuff em up and ship outta Green Bay like I'm a packer don't get shit fucked up this ain't a drill diss shout out to every nigga really live that drill shit the ones that know you say the wrong word niggaz come kill shit caught a Lbow for a body and he ain't feel shit exercising with them killers on yards cuz they ain't tell shit real street nigga
still hustling out the cell shit
Niggas super gangsta, but scared to death of that jail shit
Niggas talk too much for no reason, no he gon' tell shit

Stand over that boy and squeeze it until I smell shit
I put the season on beef when I make them shells hit
Bitch, I'm a fool with this rapping, and plus I sell shit
Shout out to my niggas who weigh it up when the mail hit

Bitch, I hit a brick with a hammer that make a bell split
Sell Chelsea be a 50, she burn it up to her fingertips
Cook it to perfection, the feinds they gon' call it finger lick
Slapper and the rapper get paid every time that ringer hit

Foreign engineering, I'm pulling up in that Beamer bitch
Brick a white girl, I whip it up, yeah, I beat the bitch
Pay attention close, could learn some if you're listening
Quarter brick a dog, I hit the shit till it's disciplined

Try to rob me, his family done gon' be missing him
Niggas think they fly to that 45, put that shit in them
Chopper out the sunroof, I'm aim it and get to ripping him
Bleeding all week I'll show you he got some bitch in him

Pistol whip the top of that head and now they stitching it
Hollows cave a hole in your chest like it's a ditch in it
If it's smoke when I see him, I'm killing him
I won't mention it stand on the mound when I'm moving my merch because I'm pitching it

If I wanted I could buy it, but trust me for now I'm renting it
With a chopper and a pound and a book bag and your bitches
She impressed on how I pull up and serve, she gon' suck my dick in it
I'm a send her out of town, now she transporting a brick in it

I'm a train her  very well, she gon' come back and bring my shit in it
It's a boss seat, cheap ass nigga, you couldn't sit in it
Hoes watch my videos and they fantasize about me hitting it
Everybody wanna talk about money, but they ain't getting it

Cut the cold water on in the kitchen, I cook a split in it
Break a piece of for a  action, they sweat when they start hitting it
I remember used to dig in my pockets, it wasn't shit in it
Nowadays when I dig in my pockets, I got that shit in it

I can crack a dub  put it up and then I ain't spendng shit
Work a phone and not a job because to me it has no benefits
Is you really down or is you just here for some benefits
Niggas catch a body then turn tough, but boy you been a bitch

A boss can pull up, do that shit, they self or they can send a  hit
That chopper gon' divide shit, it leave more than your denim split
I paralyze opponents like a mamba when that venom hit
Don't say what you don't mean to me, this shit is not a synonym

You leave me with no option, I guess I gotta finish him

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