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disrespectin' Biggie
So ya'll that talkin' that
Sound silly lil niggas

I say greatness takes time so
You can't rush me
I ain't from Ohio but nigga my grams

(Uhh, uhh)
(Ayy, ayy)
4Kizzy in this bitch, baby
Don't be wasting none my time, I need strips, baby
Lil baby, she a dime, okay
She wanna fuck wit'

made a freak huh Ayy, she suck the whole dick up , no gaggin
Aggressive lil' bitch , say she like when I choke and I grab her

Ayy, got her legs in

We still trappin' just Lil B

Trappin' out in the hallways
Breaking down weed all day
Servin' pounds like always
Trappin' so hard I done broke my leg

'm a product of TI and Boosie
And Jeezy and also Lil Will
And the Migos, the fourth one is here
Product of Hip-Hop I'm making it clear
I'm a product of jugging

the private room I'm tryn see sumin
The booty hit a lil different when the bag jumpin  
Turn it up a bit I bet I make it drip drop
By the end I bet I end up

’m playin wit dis 
Cake 
I done been a lotta thangs but what i neva been is fake 
I’d ratha be mr lonely den surrounded by sum snakes




Nigga see me in dat

hard by myself the real Kobe gone


Chores
Pressure in me city bitch it’s up we let 30s blow
My lil nigga with it he won’t never let that cutta go
Flex

into it
Huh lil' boy where your pape movement
Yeah my name got weight to it

It's Kso Mr. Pesos yeah the spanish fluent
Ain't nun' like the rest bro I

I'm bout to square it off
Everybody better stay in they homes
Cus when I spit, I'm representin
I'm protected by chrome
My old G Hump done told me

7am I’m up n at it it’s bout to be a good one
Click my dm find my bm n check up on my lil one
I broke my old scale so now I sale em by the unit
I let

her dog home and I fucked her in the bed,
Called up Mr.Helm now we gettin bread

Aim down sights got 20/20 vision,
Shot to the head, I got all

am a starter
I'm the first one to the lean lil baby
Feel like Mr. Carter ugh

Girl you know I hate it when you pass by
I'm tryna run up with my gang

hit thug i got some papers
We got henny by the gallon that shit regulation
God woke us up this morning so we celebrated
I feel like teezy all a nigga do

Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags

and raised by Nas
Raised by the sharks but I'm swimming with the prawns
I found my own lane meet Mr Folarin

Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with

to the telly to put dick up in her belly
Yeah she fucking on my mans but no I'm not jelly
Cuz I already passed it on, I already got it already
Mr. No I do not

A nobody and quietly grew into "Dee Wit the Gas"
At first I lacked hustle as told by my dad 
But I seen that lil money and start learning fast 

Dis Dat Phat

to make em splash a lil wetter
I might take em to school they just some class clowns
Niggas thought I was funny well tell em laugh now
Putting all of them

An unlikely bond
— an encounter
The counterparts I’d like to describe
as followed:
A mind, sharpened by hatred, 
Mrs. Morrison had told me ‘bout

that's yo daddy gun
This lil uzi finna pack a punch
Yo yes men gave you a big head bitch you Mr. Mackey
You not pistol packin
Stick to rapping
Matter fact

Play Drawn
By My Brother
Said I gotta be the one to make it out here with the music
Move my parents in a big house swear to God that I'ma do it
All

you do
Nah I ain't gone fucking with you
You fucking lil gatekeeper
I'm a steak eater
Cause up all on my tables a plate of beef
And you be fake