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My flows hot I keep it at 1000 degrees
F*ck around leave you surrounded by gunfire debris
Take out a weapon I still won't have a desire to freeze
You ain't no felon you need pills to put that fye up and squeeze
I spill so many bars I'm kinda getting tired of these
And I feel so ill on the mic this ain't no mild disease
Step in the booth I infect it
I might loose a tooth the way I'm spitting in a second
They know they can't pull up my crew will make them look pathetic
When that led hit I make everything go hectic
They don't think I'll pull up but all I do is calisthenics
Have them praying for luck put them to sleep but not where their bed is
I don't gotta be the smartest to notice they all be jealous
Before I kick some shit before I clap back like a rap track his heart beating like some hi Hats
And if you tryna find me I'm probably where yo bitches thighs at
Every time I get a check I'm getting people heated my bad
In front of both her parents she'll look at me saying hi dad
MbFuego that's the sound of a boss
She clapping that ass give me a round of applause
Regular ain't never get enough every time I make sure that I'm above the average
I'm counting money lately I think I'm in love I tipped the scale with all these bands I Guess there's too much in my balance
Hopefully in a couple of years I'll get paid for my talents
I don't go back and forth I don't play with tennis rackets
I might need to keep the heater stuck with me like a magnet
Because one more time I catch somebody hating I'm a leave them where the past is
I got a smile on my face but it's fake like a catfish
Most of these people switching moving side to side like a fat bitch
No matter how sober I am if you want smoke I ain't gonna pass it uh

You better duck quick try and mess with me I'll be the last motherfucker you f*ck with You
You better duck quick try to mess with me I'll be the last one you f*ck with

One way ticket pass you ain't coming back
I spaz about my racks test my people you get wrapped and packed
I ain't a liquor glass you could get more fucked up than that
Used to be the clown that was down to get in whatever trouble in class
Smashing more just the hoes breaking bottles and glass
We go to battle if you talk about my homies and that's that
Trust us when we say we'll have you dead before you get a chance to talk back
You need protection you be asking where the cops at
I'm down to murder whoever let's see how long the cops lasts
When the smoke clears and the fog passes we'll see who's asses are sat on the asphalt
Passing out gasping it ain't the asthma attacking
I know you hearts pounding and you panicking
What if I ran up in your crib and took the bands and bling chains and rings
Final warning not to run up or I guess I'll have to handle things myself
Promise you don't want to get that feeling of hell
And you know it get serious when you feel you need help
Ain't no luck fucking with me but I'll be wishing you well uh
I'll be wishing you well uh

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