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UnotheActivist

UnotheActivist is a musical artist known for his contributions to the rap and hip-hop genre. He gained popularity for his melodic and energetic style of rapping. UnotheActivist has released several mixtapes and collaborated with notable artists within the industry. His music often features catchy hooks and hard-hitting production. more »

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Yeah, yeah (Dig)
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah yeah)
You know just sayin' how I feel
Everything off the top, you know
Uno, I killed it

I went on top for them bands
She went downtown with no hands
I will not fold on my mans
Wake up, I thank God again
What you kill wit'? I kill wit' a gat
I'ma kill 'em in these Balmain pants
Kill 'em every time I get a chance
Run it up and take over the land
I know what you gon' do for the ho
I know what she gon' do for the blow
Throw the ones and they hittin' the floor
Hit the split and she hittin' the floor
And I told you, "No cameras", lil' bitch
'Cause they'll sell all this
Drip, get exposed, ayy
Got beauty pageant winnin' hoes
Hop out the drop top, Comme des Garçons
All of my bitches are friendly
All my hoes tend to get along
Here, baby, count up the Benjis
All night until the morn
Putting her lips on my neck and she tell
Me she like the smell of my cologne
Bitch, who you foolin', you a
Dog, I'm a dog, baby, lets bone
I say to Uzi, "Why these damn hoes put
They toes in jacuzzis?"
She like me, so I'm not finessing no coochie
My diamonds, they cold
I'm sick like Lil Tunechi
Oops, I mean Weezy, I need some fluid
I found my way out them
Chains in that dungeon
Now all my Backwoods is stuffed wit' a onion
Grandma, I'm sorry
I don't want no comments
But you know them days is not always sunny
Mama, I promise I'm gonna be something
I just got' run up this mothafuckin' money
Run up these rackaids, these digit's
These commas i'll put a price on your head
You want drama?
I'm rockin' Presidential 41s
But my lil' brother just had him a son
Always say to me
Don't trip 'bout that money
We come out the forest
Like motherfuckin' runners

I trap for fun, you short on funds
My pockets Big Pun
I pull up with shooters and
Choppas, you walkin', you dying
Don't know how to run
I sold my chain and then stick to the sun
I get home base with your bitch, Barry Bonds
She got a curfew, she be home at one
I just might plug your nephew
I'm on tree by the ton
And I'm rocking Versace, big poppa
These pussy-ass niggas ain't
Totin' no choppas
You ever play with me then I gotta pop ya
Presidential 41, it's a show stopper
Lil' bitch say that she wanna cha-cha
She hop on my lap
Make me feel on them ta tas
Start shaking that ass just
Like it's a maraca
If I call up my shooter then he on the I5
Who let the dogs out? I'm the Baha
I'm all about action
I don't do the rah rah
I'm a legend they watchin' me
Just like I'm Rock
Drop the camera, gon' pull up to your car
Think that a ho got more shots than LaVar
The stick got more shots than Kawhi
Stop all the hate 'cause that
Shit don't get far
I send that dog to Detroit like Bizarre

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