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Who the hell is Carlo? Tell you 'bout these niggas, they untrustworthy Pull up ghostbust a nigga like Bill Murray RIP Inju, all these niggas scary Put a pack on yo' head like a dust bunny He don't need no liqour courage He don't need a pill Get straight to the drill beat in a hurry Niggas they don't mention me 'cause, they know I'm crazy Got a sweet tooth in me like a sugar baby Nigga need a big crib, or a high rise Put a ring on the game like it's my wife Straight from the dentist, they need white-white Pack hit his face, like a blindside Used to sip purple, like lilac Tatted up my passport, running out of thumbtacks Filling up my Jansport, I need all that Art trapper, what you call that? You the type shoot bitches, stay in yo' lane Eatin' on hot sauce, fuck Tory Lanez Type to make a package disappear like David Blaine How he in the back of the Uber with the road rage? Straight to the airport, I got a red eye Can't eat your bitch pussy, gave me pink eye Know a nigga eatin' good like shrimp fried rice Got a bitch from Inglewood, make you see the white light Runnin' all these plays, you got a toe ache I was trapping in the crib off a snow day When you passed away, it made my soul ache Got the homies out here screaming, "No way" Type people I learn from, they ain't got no pride Niggas out here popping pressed pills, think they so high Put bread on your heart like a croissant Nigga trying to call a shot but he ain't got no notoriety Glock keep twerking for a nigga like a time chamber Nigga caught and get mangled, caught in the manger Drop Maino on the Glock, yelling "Hi, hater" Nigga quick to tear just like rolling papers Get a bitch a book, Bible, like Quran Know I'm balling on these niggas like Olajuwan Put you in my handheld, better be pape' around Got bitches sitting on the ground like it's storytime Who the hell is Carlo? Who the hell this amazing? He put crack on the table like Ronald Reagan He the missing peace treaty wish of annihilation Try to put me in the middle, hope that the paint baking He be getting to hitting blocks sticky like white rice He pop the Mickey make a nigga go night-night Mixin' up in the kitchen like his name Fieri Guy Got the pape' on the block, but I made it digitized
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