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Hi Dopa

Ching that cunt
Got a spinner to his throat
Had-had-had to use a bullet
Bet he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me
Ching that cunt
Got a spinner to his throat
Had-had-had to use a bullet
Bet he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me
(Give me that)

I'm not even joking when I said that I don't need her
At least I got a fuckin' woman
Got a Glock if you wan' meet up
I'm with kurtains, I'm with Wido
In the back, we got a heater
I'm with posture, I'm with p4rkr
I ain't talking 'bout no Peter
I don't like the confrontation
I'm a fan of conversations
Talk your shit, bro, I ain't breaking
Look at me, my drink, she laced it

Racks in my wallet, can't fold
Yeah, I'm off the horse then I start to lose control
Yeah, he talkin' shit so we wipin' his nose
They got inside me, jumping out the fourth floor
'Bout to take my life, I'm going real low
Silver chain on me, so heavy, move slow
Three weapons on me, in my heart, oh no
Weapon on me, hit my heart, oh no

I got a game we could play
Russian Roulette
I'm ending lives, ain't no Russian
Now his crew's dead
Yeah, these pills, they got me tired
Call up Wido
I'm taking back cover fire (John)
Ayy, who's that coming? DOA
What you do? Run away
Need pack-pack ándale
Think I'm scared? No way
I'm sending bullets, both ways
Shut the f*ck up and protect me
Tried to break inside of Hell
But my angels wouldn't let me
I got one gold bullet
If you try to fucking tempt me
Got a couple people in my state
I know they tryna end me
I cannot be friendly
Get them racks and plenty
Don't get happy endings
You're stuck on pretending, yeah

Ching that cunt
Got a spinner to his throat
Had-had-had to use a bullet
Bet he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me
Ching that cunt
Got a spinner to his throat
Had-had-had to use a bullet
Bet he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me

I've been going stupid, going mental
Lil' boy sad, you in the friend zone
Shiny teeth fitted in my dental
F*ck a studio, record in my bedroom
Feel like ketamine by the way I been racing
Don't hit my DM if you don't got payment
I don't like to wait, yeah, I'm so impatient
I'ma need a facelift, Dior on my fragrance

Hold up
You just want a piece of me
Thirteen rounds in this Glizzy
I ain't talking 'bout Felicity
Talking shit all the time
Lil' bro, you can't be friends with me
I been up for a minute, with the gang
It's so clear to see
I don't care 'bout your feelings, bro
I just want the commas
Everybody moving mad fun
I don't care about the drama
I got hoes on my DM's
I ain't talking 'bout Mo Bamba
All black on my fit, yeah bro
That's my favorite color

F*ck this
I ain't fuckin' with your bullshit
Know you act stupid so I'm emptying a full clip
On your head, I wish that I was dead
'Cause I don't wanna speak at all
I'm not downing the sight unless it's in my favor
Trying something new, I ain't fucking with the flavor
Yeah, you're goin' out sad, please don't try to chase her
And I'm posted in a cell, I don't care 'bout good behavior

Eyes on you, you got eyes on me
Shoutout quinn, ss03
With dolly, I'm with Kwuzi
Rolling off your body (Hee-hee-hee, huh?)
Bitch, I'm laughing 'cause you funny
This made this, your this
Talking shit, bitch ass bitch
And nothing else coming at your mouth
But a Glick and a dick
You ain't talking when I

Ching that cunt
Got a spinner to his throat
Had-had-had to use a bullet
Bet he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me
Ching that cunt
Got a spinner to his throat
Had-had-had to use a bullet
Bet he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me

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