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If **** know me, **** know

If **** know me, then **** know

If **** know me, then **** know

I said, if **** know me then **** know

If **** know me, they know

I ain't with the fuckery

You say you need the job done?

You know you 'posta come to me

Grittin' for the girly face, so she can live comfortably

Crazy how the mainy shit I done keep on huntin' me

We gon' sit outside his mama house till we thunder him

I don't fuck with fuck ****, real **** fuck with me

Ferragamo on me, still saggin' when I bucklin'

Grab the plate, draw a single file line, and snuffle him

Bitches be in love with me, I don't love 'em bitches though

Cattin' when it's spunky, so I had to let them **** go

Livin' grounds critical, flockin' at your physical

It's deeper than the punchline and tryna sound lyrical

You don't wanna live like this, my life difficult

It is what it is, I'm all in and I ain't trippin' though

Murder was the case, that's what all the shooters sittin' for

Sill slide for my brother Zilla Zoe everyday

Pour baking soda in the pot and let it marinate

Snitchin' is a style now, **** wanna narrate

Dope spot barricaded, task force Tuesday

Macintosh hangin' from an Airforce shoelace

I was Jay Jonah'd up, on every back to school day

Nookie **** just a new addition to the food chain

Sippin' hella glue gang, pour another eight up

And we go through this motherfucker, get your shit ate up

I'm just bein' straight up, why you put the K up?

Twenty thousand got me feelin' like a hundred K up

All easy money like a layup, pay up

Them Xannies don't be helpin' when a **** tryna stay up

You can ask the last ho I fired, I don't cake up

Transform a hooker with the Marc Jacob makeup

Breakin' up the dice game, let a thottie pipe drain

All this funk'll have you fallin' off like a bike chain

Murder is the mind state, boosted up the crime rate

If you gon' fuck around, you gotta do that shit the right way

I be on my lonely, scared of what a **** might say

Still a rat, even if you dry snitch a light weight

How you good, homie ****?

That ain't what the kite say

I'm just another square from the hood like Radante

Clutchin' on picante, aim it at your noodle pack

Gave the kata back, 'cause he ain't knowin' what to do with that

Four finger bangin', baby, and I'm still true to that

Give up anything if I could bring one of my shooters back

Zillas doin' videos with suckas, I ain't cool with that

If Perp was here, he wouldn't approve either, why you doin' that?

Act like you ain't knowin', them the humans that we loomin' at

Fuck it up for all the real **** with your stupid ass

Forty in the Gucci bag, posted where it's boomin' at

Yellin', free my level four **** doin' Supermax

Move a pack, toot a pack, toot a pack, move a pack

Loyalty is everything, I'm tryin' not to ruin that

Rich **** told me, all you gotta do is stack

But every time the send it, I be runnin' through the stack

Wiggled out the hood for a minute, and I'm movin' back

Hella **** started dyin', I'm the one influenced that

Gun shots'll never cease, gotta stay strapped for it

If a sucka catch me leakin', that just mean I asked for it

Movin' at a fast pace, according to the dashboard

Cousin got a SK, blood tryna tax for it

I ain't tryna spend nothin' more than a rack for it

Doin' somethin' right now, so I'ma double back for it

Rap about real shit, real **** feel this

They gon' comprehend it when I talk about a kill switch

All that in the field shit, take you on a field trip

My lil' ****'s sick, he drill shit until the steel click

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