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Walk down, kick door, make 'em run four flat Buckle down, look at me, tell me where they both at New AR pistol talking 'bout the one that fold back And it's bussin' like a mothafucker, you don't need the hoe fax Break a brick down of the hoes tryna geek it up What the fuck is you gon' do when 30 niggas creeping up? Baking soda water, whip it, what a way to run it up Got stones all up on that Richard, had them bitches cuddled up Bitch go both ways yeah, I'm in her mouth like Colgate Make the work rotate, I could make it work for a low rate Took a Perc, go to work, I can make a dike bitch go straight Took your word for the merch, you gon' let a bird dig your grave Zaza with me, food saver, vacuum seal Glocks with the switches, hella bitches nah for real Ain't gotta lie to kick it, the niggas wit me know what's really real I wrote this shit in stone, give a dog a bone, I'm bound to kill Nigga tried to to call it quits like he doing me a favor Know I'm really outside bitch, I don't need cable Knew his daddy was a bitch, I can tell his daddy raised him One thing about it, I'ma eat nigga, I don't need a waiter Walk down, kick door, make 'em run four flat Buckle down, look at me, tell me where they both at New AR pistol talking 'bout the one that fold back And it's bussin' like a mothafucker, you don't need the hoe fax Walk down, kick door, make 'em run four flat Buckle down, look at me, tell me where they both at New AR pistol talking 'bout the one that fold back