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Yeah, let's go I'm really 'bout to get wicked, I'm coming for payback And I'm adding interest I'm 'bout to put prices on all of you bitches (baow, baow) Yeah, let's go Fuck it, I'm 'bout to go sicko, I got a blue check in the streets, I'm official I'm putting a five to your face like a nickel, bitch I'm stackin' multiple Ms like a Maybach Pickin' up multiple gems, they won't chain snatch I know they look in the mirror and hate that I look in the mirror, I wouldn't trade that Mama told me I was fresh as a fetus I hopped out the hospital bed in Adidas And I like to fuck, but that isn't a secret My dick is so thick, haters hop on my penis I like a centerfold (whoa), huh, I tell her drop and roll (whoa), huh I'm smokin' double Dutch, huh, I'm from the double-O (whoa) (bitch) I went triple platinum with the city on my fitted hat (yeah) Took a pair of twins to the back and made a triple stack (yeah) Triple the amount of what you thought I had and tripled that (yeah) Triple down on anything I said, I never took it back (uh) (ay) Say some, do some (yeah), put 'em down like two thumbs (yeah) I watched all y'all eat, huh, I ain't giving y'all no crumbs I got a new bitch with some matching acrylics A batch of new hunnids to buy me some vintage A clip with extensions if anyone trippin' I don't need a curb, bitch, I'm down with the sickness Don't get me started if you ain't gon' finish I'm done with the friendship, now business is business We all in the game, but I'm not even playin' My album is coming, this only a scrimmage Try to tell me to quit when I roll up my medicine But I'm sicker than them when I pick up my pen and no question You know I'm a veteran And I'm still gettin' rich because I don't just spend I got a whole lot of investment Reppin' "Taylor Gang" over here once you get in Ain't no getting out, dog, it's indefinite Never sold my soul just for no record spins Always puttin' out classics for my references Always jump in the pool with a naked bitch I'm who they recommend, ice on my necklace Show me the boss, I don't care what the level is Number one where the medal is All of us up with the homies in the cut, I'm in my element Got baddies with better friends She a angel, but leave with me, she get devilish I like them classy and ghetto What's black and Margiela, 'cause that's what I represent I got a pack in the mail when the UPS driver come up the hill, let him in My nigga so rowdy, my bitch is so quiet We party, but don't leave no evidence Fuck the whole world, what I'm really on I don't need friends no more, I'm making enemies, huh Neck full of stones, it look like infinity And you can't fuck with me, that's your virginity Niggas ain't tough, they be normally pretending to be I got some niggas who in the street I got some niggas who do this shit literally I got some YNs who ready to drill for me Be around real ones who keep the same energy, huh (Yeah) hey, fuck a hook We don't even got time for that Foot on the pedal, rock out like it's heavy metal I'm hittin' the gas on 'em, yeah Machine and Wizzleman dropping on you hos Hold up, fuck that, I'm goin' in That shit cool, but it don't slide like me (uh-huh) Y'all got ice, but it ain't fire like me (pff, pff) Kimbo slice, I'm going "one, two, three" (oh, ay) Suck my dick, it's on my state ID (let's go) That shit cool, but it don't slide like me (like me) Y'all got ice, but it ain't fire like me (uh-huh) Kimbo slice, I'm going "one, two, three" (let's go) Suck my dick, it's on my state ID (uh-huh)
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