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I jump on your song and make you sound like you the feature Pussy Spin a block twice like it ain't nowhere to park Smack the back side of his head like he barked Errings cost a quarter certified by G.I.A. If it's bout my bae, about some smoke, I'm on my way Yo bitch gave the kid cutty, but I'm not signed to gate Me and my money are taxed emotionally I get the clutch and if you get too close to me I'm at the top while I'm posting me Jumping in the gang, niggas act like they're coaching me 400 rats ain't shit but it's shoulder me I'm on the road and I bet that you're ho with me When I'm in traffic, it's always a pose Middle finger with the 5, 6 Tending windows when we slide, stick Glock, follow the Draco Know I'm rhyming round, nigga with the slime, slime Shoot a nigga in his spine, spine Nigga snitch to cut time, 20-1 We the Fox, 5 gang, niggas getting waxed, snitching on mine, facts Back it up Stuff that I seen got me traumatized I let the K go when Johnny died Swinging that motherfuckers side to side We don't participate, ain't with that squash and shit All we believe in is homicide In the hills, fucking superstars Feeling like a pop star I'm trying to change