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Brr, brr
Free all my niggas up
Hah
Yadigg, yadigg, yadigg, yadigg
Yadigg, yadigg, yadigg, yadigg
Yadigg, yadigg, yadigg, yadigg
Yadigg, yadigg, yadigg, yadigg
225
Loud and live
From the back
Or from the side
Through the Wraith
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
Still can't wife a freak
Mobile Suit my Gundam, how you move your gun then?
I got to hold my hand right round him, he moved, so I shot him
I demand all respect right now, make me put this mic down
Two of us finna go in, we both know who gon' come out
Maybach '23
Rollin' on a bean
Made her drink my Minute Maid
Take her out in Saint Tropez
I ain't gon' shoot no-one today
Heat around my flow, no Sharpay
Signed into it with a Sharpie
Lil nigga, know you my protege
19, got 20 for a show
18, got 50 for the load
17, had 0 Texakos
13, I had hopped off the porch
I was thuggin' before my mama was buyin' my clothes
You was pussy 'fore me, both with snotty nose
I used to take you for your L and the gang would roast
I'm a real ass nigga, we both know
Fuck I'm cappin' for?
225
Loud and live
From the back
Or from the side
Through the Wraith
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
Still can't wife a freak
Beat the pot, beat the pot
Beat the pot, smash
Gettin' that, gettin' that
Gettin' that, bag
Walk through, walk through
Walk through, splash
Bless you, bless you
Too fresh, death
Who gon' check me?
Whatever you do ain't finna impress me
Uh, rhinestone cowboy like I'm Presley
Uh, Black Clover, do magic (uh)
I ain't never been one of them niggas
Get online and talk all that shit, uh, uh
Ate a bum hoe out last night
And the bitch left a crumb on my lip, uh (nasty)
Green heart, don't feel nothing
I ain't finna wife no hoe, not for shit (yadigg that)
And the bitch said won't hear what I'm sayin'
None of that, finna learn something
I don't wanna kiss you (tuh, tuh)
Pussy ass lil' nigga got a bitty ass chain on
And that lame ass still tryna flex (huh?)
Early morning, late nights in that Nissan
Me and Kieran took that risk (ah!)
Look at these scripts of a sea bring
And I never went on another trip
Nell Money had Smithy in a halfway
And he still gave his ass another year
225
Loud and live
From the back
Or from the side
Through the Wraith
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
Still can't wife a freak
Beat the pot, beat the pot
Beat the pot, smash
Gettin' that, gettin' that
Gettin' that, bag
Walk through, walk through
Walk through, splash
Bless you, bless you
Too fresh, death
Writer(s): Richard Burrell, Nuri Saberin
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