Ten
Roqit
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Glock came wit a beam and you know it's got kill-switch Know I ain't one of them he must just got a death wish I can send a hit quick Got 'em shook like Nesquik If they ever sit me down I'm cooler than a breath mint Versace on my feet got no laces, I been really runnin' No toy pick it up that bitch can get to dumpin' Pour up three boy you sippin' on that Robitussin' Ain't wolfin' on the internet 'cause I'm the type to end discussions Ten in my clip cuz I never planned a miss Gon' shake 'em down ain't talking 'bout a frisk Same one talk 'bout a lick can't hold the stick Like goofy ass boy you the one that's gettin hit Heard there's money on his head Imma knock his toupee Got these hoes finna tussle like I threw a bouquet Bitches act too boujee just to take roaches out the tray Told my partner load the k, said it's time to make a play Watchu thought this was Heard your lil' hoe toppin' cuz Don't know if you talked to fuzz Can show you what this chopper does Shoot it swear I get a buzz Like a Backwood hit his lungs Goofy swear he pack a gun Still coming through to take his funds Yea we take it all Strictly bout my paper dawg Manning Imma make a call Put 'em in a cone and smoke 'em raw Pass the ball, watch how my team gon' move the rock Chris Paul make 'em fall now I'm freed up for the shot Finna make the plane stall, how bodies finna drop Only running from the law, ain't running from no opps Love moving they jaw, I like to let the work talk Finna get my face in the hall, cause I never plan to stop This Ruger shoot like Devin Booker Gas straight out the pressure cooker They really out here blessin' hookers Flexin' when they pencil pushers I could give a damn though Hit that kitty hello I got three different bitches cribs that I make my fuckin' mail go Where his mail go Give 'em hell bro Walk down with the stick like I'm reading brail flow Call me Tommy John the way I'm fuckin' up this elbow Swear he gon' bounce back but what he took the L fo Bitch you can not play with me Cock it back I'm aiming three The trap always open and we serving shit from A-Z Think you hard you aping G Hit 'em with a gaping fee After a long day in the 'yo, your baby mama bathing me
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