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F*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em
Niggas ain't around in the struggle
When you up, they show up, you can't trust em
F*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em
Heat stick tucked by the buckle
Gotta aim for the head when you bust em
F*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em
Gotta move by yourself when you hustle
Money gon' stack in the duffel
F*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em
Gotta keep extra clips when you bumble
When your niggas bitch up, you in trouble
I play tag with these birds like duck, duck, goose
But don't play about my money, bitch it's
Duck, duck, shoot your hoe
All on dick till I pump, pump, shoot
That's deep, deep, throat, till she, uh, no proof
She pop the pussy like pain pills
I benadryl til she can't feel
That mean dig her out like ant hills
And keep her coming back like them dollar bills
Her pussy drench so I dive in
Catapult right between her ribs
Go face first backstroke a swim,
Then grow gills I'm all kinda ill,
Ass fat as f*ck, You think I give a f*ck?
Face expression like sure will
You bullshit, I go overkill
Like a bulldozer on training wheels
If you talking shit, then you gots to go
40cal holler back with how lows
You cut throat, we cut throats
You gon' get fucked, you play camel toe
See this semi? Aim for his sideburn, pow
Leave his ass with a Timmy, make his head like chili
Shit get dark like Remy
Now your homeboy's pouring Henny
Then we ride up on him in a Mini
Start sending plenty more shots like any miny many
This the life of the city, Detroit City
Pockets bulge out, Cardi B titties
I go hella hard like nipple rings
Spit cancer bars like nicotine
I got a crazy flow that make hell freeze
That's hot or cold no in between
I lay hands on niggas like zing zing
If you f*ck with mine, they gotta chalk the scene
Ambulance, won't even show
What for? They got no need
F*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em
Niggas ain't around in the struggle
When you up, they show up, you can't trust em
F*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em
Heat stick tucked by the buckle
Gotta aim for the head when you bust em
F*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em
Gotta move by yourself when you hustle
Money gon' stack in the duffel
F*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em, f*ck em
Gotta keep extra clips when you bumble
When your niggas bitch up, you in trouble
My pockets fat, Rick Ross fat
That's all the money I made back
I'm supposed to shine like open blinds
Cause I grind hard, no slip or slide
Y'all ain't got no spine, nigga, f*ck your squad
These little niggas nothing of my kind
45, name Simon, and Simon says
If I lose my head, then you lose your mind
That hammer top, hum lullabies
He close his eyes as it rock em' bye
I clown, no make up bitch I'm it
No maybe's, coulda's, can't, or ifs,
I live, laugh, never cry, always do, I never try
Ain't no friends, just bros, and I
When snakes divide, cash, multiply
Constipated money cause it's stacking
Like I'm shittin' bricks
Rims keep spinning like Taz
No riddlin', all about a bill
Like Daffy, Daffy Duck
Got every carrot Bugs ever ate in my watch
Yo, Yosemite Sam, two choppers in the trunk
Just in case a nigga get loony, tune him up
My clique go hard, sip, swervin', pourin' up
Every now and again, I stunt
Leave niggas stuck like face and blunts, bitch

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