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I get the pack and I run it fasho I'm swinging back, add a lump in his throat You want some action, I'm puffin the smoke I double back and I double the score Baby like toxic, I act like a diva Grippin her neck, she go numb when I uh Glock 45, it go dumb when I squeeze it Shawty give top in the blood on the floor Really got him thinkin he a hotshot Hit him with the 50, beat the shot clock Ain't nobody jiggin when your song drop Really I be thinking that's a lost cause Niggas fuckin with me cuz the hot bars Ladies fuckin with me cuz of "Lock, Shock" Livin like a villain, I'm a top boss Hit em up, head em out Livid til my heart stop Oh Now that I mention it, sick to my bones Call and collect, I don't give up the dough Brought on a stretcher, get left in a hole God of the dead, I'm a sinister soul The maggots be sinnin the most In bodies of flesh that I left in the cold In rap, I'm a critical role Dramatic, my ratchet I'm pickin em off I get the pack and I run it fasho I'm swinging back, add a lump in his throat You want some action, I'm puffin the smoke I double back and I double the score Baby like toxic, I act like a diva Grippin her neck, she go numb when I uh Glock 45, it go dumb when I squeeze it Shawty give top in the blood on the floor Really got him thinkin he a hotshot Hit him with the 50, beat the shot clock Ain't nobody jiggin when your song drop Really I be thinking that's a lost cause Niggas fuckin with me cuz the hot bars Ladies fuckin with me cuz of "Lock, Shock" Livin like a villain, I'm a top boss Hit em up, head em out Livid til my heart stop
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