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Grrah-grrah Like, oh, he think I'm lacking? But I'm not, like Bet you I tweak when I flock Like we done went back to back up on that block Like if you don't back up off me then you flocked Think this shit jam, like, bro, I broke the knock Like, she gon' line em, I just got the drop, like Tryna creep from behind em', click it till it drop, like I start tweakin', fuck the cops, like They stop breathin', when I flock I get too sturdy when I'm off the wock, like Gutta, Matt, Sam, shot Notti, Ray, Milly, died Like, how many opps had to go in a box? Like, push up on me, then I bet he get flocked Grrah Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah He said, "Notti, Dotty, Sam" Fuck the opps, niggas ran on his mans I ain't hop out the box, nigga, we don't use hands Graah-graah Like, oh, he think I'm lacking? But I'm not, like Bet you I tweak when I flock Like we done went back to back up on that block Like if you don't back up off me then you flocked Think this shit jam, like, bro, I broke the knock Like, she gon' line em, I just got the drop, like Tryna creep from behind em', click it till it drop, like I start tweakin', fuck the cops, like They stop breathin', when I flock I get too sturdy when I'm off the wock, like Gutta, Matt, Sam, shot Notti, Ray, Milly, died Like, how many opps had to go in a box? Like, push up on me, then I bet he get flocked Grrah Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah He said, "Notti, Dotty, Sam" Fuck the opps, niggas ran on his mans I ain't hop out the box, nigga, we don't use hands
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