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Who the fuck they think they talking to? You're not one of us Push you out the way we walk it through, and we one of ones Walk into the spot just like I own it, yeah you heard of us Smoke it till I'm gone, I'm getting bubble guts We outside, I'm not no house cat, bitch Y'all squeak a lot, y'all like some house rats, bitch I don't talk at all, let it fall, avalanche, bitch Y'all can't see me now, not at all, cataracts, bitch Who the fuck they think they talking to Who the fuck they think they walking to Who the fuck they think they talking to Front up on me, we gon' walk em down Riled up, I'm not gon' talk em down We got choppas with a hundred rounds We put hating niggas in the ground Okay, who the fuck they think they talking bout I'm the man in here, if you don't feel the same, get out my house Let it blam in here, like NLE, we bound to walk him down I'm no enemy, but let me see if you don't turn around Saw that knife in hand, my bad bitch throw it way too many times Ain't no stabbing here Feds all at my door, like I'm important ain't no plan in here Say I got the world inside my hands, ain't no plan in here All I got is writtens and my blunt, I'm just a rapper here Yeah, yeah, yeah Who the fuck they think they talking to Who the fuck they think they walking to Who the fuck they think they talking to Run up on me, we gon' walk him down Okay, riled, I'm not gon' talk him down Okay, we got choppers with a hundred rounds Okay, we put eighty niggas in the ground Okay, we outside, ain't no house cat, bitch Y'all squeak a lot, y'all like some house rats, bitch Don't talk at all, let it fall, avalanche, bitch Y'all can't see me now, not at all, cataracts, bitch
Writer(s): Brian Rivers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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