Covid Cough

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Niggas play around til it's man down
 I'm the illest nigga hands down
 Air 'em out, air 'em out
 Niggas play around til it's man down
 I'm the illest nigga hands down
 Air 'em out, air 'em out
 You know what we came for
 You know who gave the whore the cocaine jaw
 What's all the shade for
 The numbers on the three eighty was shaved off
 Thirty shots sprayed off
 Take you off like a stray dog
 Your days are short like your Range sport
 Pop an Ace of Spades champagne cork
 Paint your brain on the wall off forty bulldog
 My airsoft knock a eyeball out your skull
 Flush you out that hole you been hiding in
 You high on the list, the homies gon' fly your wig
 Oh you must've forgot I'm rich, I'm a project kid
 And you my next project, kid
 Been should'vе had you fixed
 Should've had you a wrench
 A drill bit, shit I ain't did a drill in a bit
 Givе 'em a clip, bet he squeal like a pig
 Life's a bitch, tried to throw grits on a pimp and missed
 Your shit is like ten percent diss
 Niggas is lit like a tennis link
 Daddy you haven't said anything
 With the pen they say I'm Hemingway, I'm a heavyweight
 I'm better than niggas in every way
 The Sky Dweller is Perrier
 This the cherry on the cake
 You most definitely getting spanked
 After the gank, your old lady engage in hanky-pank
 I'm in her pussy doing the stanky leg
 How you don't love me like the wind do?
 You headphones, I'm hands-on
 In and out the way I handle, huh
 You flirtin' with them candles, uh
 You lookin' lady-like, pussy tryna swim with the sharks
 Nigga we navy height, barely seen but platinum and gold
 Nigga I'm really nice, the gat peeled, the white dove rose
 I can make butter fly, I don't have the time like those
 Rather make mothers cry, the hit make her slid down home
 Because I'm certified, bonafide to knock-knock door
 Tell me why homicide did numbers swab my teeth like gold
 Nigga I rap a lot, spin your block, you dry snitchin' on the gram, you half a cop
 I'm in the game, you tryna share my stats huh
 I grab the drum out the backpack then boom-bap that
 Yeah, normally I use it just to scratch my back, uh
 Don't gotta hang with rappers when your contract's maxed, uh
 Don't need a hundred niggas when you built like that
 Let's get it, talkin' out your ass, you must got me confused
 'Cause I will not lose, I got nothing to prove
 I sold 20, made 20, I'm in the shadow of who?
 I'm in the battle with who? That nigga sweeten my tooth
 Just a rock in my shoe, can't stumble my groove
 Must I humble this dude, bruh I pity the fool
 You can't sit at my table, can't be in my room
 Just a must in my pits tryna swing from my dick
 Just a but when I flick, Wagyu when I pick
 Just a burp when I'm drunk, you the ash from the blunt
 It don't matter the clumps, all you niggas is lunch
 I'm really one of the ones, I can never be done
 I'm ___
 Covid, nigga

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03:48
Key
2
Tempo
163 BPM

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