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Logan Bolt

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Ay
F*ck if ain't keep it tucked walk round with my 9 up
Give two fucks 'bout your luck you 'bout to meet 45 
Run, Get to steppin' little bitch is thinking that he tough
He won't even lead no life
Walk round town with the one-two out and
Bow
I don't even 345

My blam inevitable
Don't you to get to steppin' stick be getting better results
And huh
I ain't too generous tho
But I can give you something if you f*ck with federals ho
On god
Make it like a lateral go and get to stepping to the side or get a battering ho
And huh
You can't even flatter me tho
Bitch I'm triple A+ like a battery ho
I was born in a flame I done licked and rolled the ash
Got your whore in the place and she gripping on my cash
When the poor boys are playing, ain't yo feet that's getting tapped
Know my bars make the cut like a Kit'n on a Kat
More cap then at lids your girl picked up on the act
'Less she with me trust me she don't wan' go fast
Like 150 frisbees she gon' throw it back
With my clique we sip lean we just want the bag
You a big fan like a turbine you go with the wind fam'
Haircut cost more than your rent man
E.T on my wrist feel like Ben 10
And I'm tearing into Tina like I'm Quentin
Like I sell homes I feel like I'm the realest
This mic getting jacked like it's ripped I'm a thriller
I'm bobbing for apples tint brown on my Millie
I'm deep in the cut ain't no fish in my fillet
Put all of my rocks up I'm feeling infinite
Got 60 rounds in the clip minute to win it
Like auto-tune fix yo shit up it gon' singin'
The look on my face gon' be nothing but grinning
When I meet a trick it's like hook line and sinker
Like I'm on Snapchat man she told me to pin her
I grin I get merry I guess I'm a sinner
I feel like the Mandarin the rings on my fingers
I came to flex, I came to party
I get neck while I'm opening Bacardi
And I get laid like I been tardy
And we gon' jumping out the house and make like Carti
I'mma pull up with the fam' like the Brady Bunch
Motherfuckers think I'm lying that I ain't keep it tucked
While your whole outfit cost 18 bucks
And yo bitch yelling out "is it in yet love?"

F*ck if ain't keep it tucked walk round with my 9 up
Give two fucks 'bout your luck you 'bout to meet 45 
Run, Get to steppin' little bitch is thinking that he tough
He won't even lead no life
Walk round town with the one-two out and
Bow
I don't even 345

Run little boy
Run little boy
Jump little boy
Run little boy
Jump in your car
Take you and rat friend back to where you came from
We don't want you round here anymore
Want smoke like a crack den I been packed in
Like the Fugees all I'm ever gonna do is score
Came through with the bat-ram like a swat man or a frat
I'm about to come bash in your door
But f*ck if I ain't keep it tucked I walk round with my 9
Guns up I bring the ruckus if you gonna waste my time
Run up, we on some sprint shit but you know I like my sprite
No love for y'all motherfuckers who think y'all above the line

F*ck if ain't keep it tucked walk round with my 9 up
Give two fucks 'bout your luck you 'bout to meet 45 
Run, Get to steppin' little bitch is thinking that he tough
He won't even lead no life
Walk round town with the one-two out and
Bow
I don't even 345

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