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(Skrrt, skrrt)

I only hear you talkin' pussy for that chopper

My bro kicked out of the halfway house

It's no joke, man, it ain't nothin' to laugh about

Pit stop in the burbs and I'm back on route

Headed OT, fuck it, I'ma disappear

If I bleed and you bleed, what is there to fear?

Shawty ride with no hands, so I'ma stand

Told my bro to touch my soul and I shed a tear

Crazy all the love you get when you ain't comin' home

Get motion sickness from these circle

Motions on the stove

Twist up, past yo pink, you put me in the zone

Always cut the bling to get the extra gold

Yeah, they say that haters love, but I don't know how

All these bitches love the kid, they give it up now

I meet up, protectfully bust down

Glock 22, hope 15 in my 40 count

I been feelin' like Waldo, you'll never find me

**** always talkin' hot for their livestream

Pussy boy, you only shooters up on IG

**** die a lot, 'cause a lot of **** slide me

Boy, I know I have a day off

Pray it ain't soon

But if the Percs don't work, then I'm turnin' to this straight deuce

**** wanna get me, my lil' **** come get you

Northside, RIP, my demons let those texts loose

And I got some brothers, I swear to God

If I'm ever in that situation, I know who to call

Helped me out when I was down, so when I'm back, we gon' ball

All the love to my ****, don't gotta say a word at all

I'ma flex or finesse, no call for arrest

Shawty want my number, I won't even text her

Best she let me beat it up the first time that I met her

Fresh or bust pipes

Under all my ****' pressure

We be blowin' pipes at all the opposition

Just nip it down, I was broke, man I had to go and fix it

Getting dollar after dollar

Pick up shipment after shipment

I like Fendi, I like Prada

Flexin' turn into my addiction

I be chasin' money, lotta money

Callin' my phone

I been feelin' like flipping narrow, bitch leave me alone

Diamonds on me, I'm cold

VVS on the stones

When I was just a youngun, my big bro show me the ropes

Extended clips with the scopes

Don't hesitate, let it blow

I dare a **** disrespect

I'll leave his brain on the floor

And you don't wanna see PV pop

Up with the glizzy

Headshot, lights out

By the court like I'm dizzy

Hit 'em up, feel no pity

Fuck around and get sticky

We have the highest murder rate in Canada in my city

I can't go like that

I need some stats from my mom

You got a little nina bitch

My **** totin' them toddlers

Sticky up in the ends

My broski knows he can call us

I love my ****, **** always switchin'

Up on the dollar

Switchin' up on the dollar

I love my ****, **** always switchin' up on the dollar

Aw yeah