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Grah, Grah, Grah (Ahh) You on hots? Then I'm making a call Better run you'll get sent to the lord I cannot miss when they pass me the ball With them type of relations you better not fall Kartii on hots ima send them like four Ima click, Ima shoot through his jaw You got a gun? Let's get ready to ball If he don't come outside then im kicking the door Last nigga talking got hit with a face shot When I shoot I can't miss like a PlayShot Beam on the blick cause I got me a aimbot I be shooting that fire, flame shot Since he a slime ima give him a snake shot Opp Thot, Suck my Dick You did what? You ain't never did shit I'm Tact, move back, ima empty this shit Fuck OY, Fuck OGz (Every O Shot) Them niggas ain't bigger than me Catch them on feet, now they beggin to me Got my gun on my lap when I step in the V Pull in the trap, I'm reversin' the V I be itching to catch 'em on feet And he say he don't know who I am It's Kartii lil bitch, ima dump out the V Like "oh shit" I gotta zoom I got a gun it go grah grah boom like Oh that's a opp? Nigga he doomed Calling up Von "Mr.EmptyTheRoom" Like nah, fuck it, let's throw a party Got the bitches they off of the Karti She love me, ion love her Like bitch I ain't lookin like Barney (Notti all up in my runtz you know I gotta face it) (He went out bad this shit is sad) (Got turned right to a patient) You ain't on hots you ain't ready to die Better run when you look in my eyes Bitch I don't care if he live with his mother I'm killin that boy so they Tellin him bye Let off the guns like it's Fourth of July And I shoot like I'm legally blind I catch a shh he get one to the dome,nigga one to the back And get one to his spine Like on my hip I be totin on randy When I spin it be coming in handy Shorty she swallow the nut like she Sandy Call up Von be gon dump out the Fanny Catch me a body, Like pass me the Grammy Wanna Switch? I ain't talking bout tranny Niggas keep ducking, there's always a Plan B Fuck it, we spin and go look for his family You on hots? Then I'm making a call Better run you'll get sent to the lord I cannot miss when they pass me the ball With them type of relations you better not fall Kartii on hots ima send them like four Ima click, Ima shoot through his jaw You got a gun? Let's get ready to ball If he don't come outside then im kicking the door
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