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Grrt (gang), grrt (gang), grrt Man, I'm not with that chit chat He tried to spin, he got split like a Kit-Kat Peeped he was reaching I don't know why he did that 7.62s hit him, now he in the past I'm going up, lil' nigga, check the fucking graphs I be walking outside, and these niggas want autographs I thought you was hard, why you talking to dispatch? My mans robbed you, nigga, come get your shit back If you ain't making money you can't come around Put the switch on the Glock, it's my favorite sound You ain't fuck with me then, but you fuck with me now Damn, KA$HDAMI, I'm renowned Damn, these niggas copy the style (yeah) I took your bitch, I know that you in denial The trap been looking like a Walmart aisle Can't compete with me, better throw in the towel Man, I'm not with that chit chat He tried to spin, he got split like a Kit-Kat Peeped he was reaching I don't know why he did that 7.62s hit him, now he in the past I'm going up, lil' nigga, check the fucking graphs I be walking outside, and these niggas want autographs I thought you was hard, why you talking to dispatch? My mans robbed you, nigga, come get your shit back If you ain't making money you can't come around Put the switch on the Glock, it's my favorite sound You ain't fuck with me then, but you fuck with me now Damn, KA$HDAMI, I'm renowned Damn, these niggas copy the style (yeah) I took your bitch, I know that you in denial The trap been looking like a Walmart aisle Can't compete with me, better throw in the towel I'm in L.A. and I'm smoking on tropics Can't compete with me, better stop it You could really die about some comments Nigga, I'm not with the nonsense Everybody 'round me on some boss shit Light drip today, I'm being modest Everyday I'm getting higher like a octave Man, I'm not with that chit chat He tried to spin, he got split like a Kit-Kat Peeped he was reaching I don't know why he did that 7.62s hit him, now he in the past I'm going up, lil' nigga, check the fucking graphs I be walking outside, and these niggas want autographs I thought you was hard, why you talking to dispatch? My mans robbed you, nigga, come get your shit back If you ain't making money you can't come around Put the switch on the Glock, it's my favorite sound You ain't fuck with me then, but you fuck with me now Damn, KA$HDAMI, I'm renowned Damn, these niggas copy the style (yeah) I took your bitch, I know that you in denial The trap been looking like a Walmart aisle Can't compete with me, better throw in the towel Man, I'm not with that chit chat He tried to spin, he got split like a Kit-Kat Peeped he was reaching, I don't know why he did that 7.62s hit him, now he in the past I'm going up, lil' nigga, check the fucking graphs I be walking outside, and these niggas want autographs I thought you was hard, why you talking to dispatch? My mans robbed you, nigga, come get your shit back If you ain't making money you can't come around Put the switch on the Glock, it's my favorite sound You ain't fuck with me then, but you fuck with me now Damn, KA$HDAMI, I'm renowned Damn, these niggas copy the style (yeah) I took your bitch, I know that you in denial The trap been looking like a Walmart aisle Can't compete with me, better throw in the towel
Writer(s): Nicholas Mira, Michael Romito, David Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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