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Ayy, thick white -ch, iggy, bust on her back, Ricky Only tote Glocks, I'm picky, we'll make - get outta the city Ayy, hurt my thumb, loadin' the K, turned to an opp, they lead him astray You know when I'm talkin' 'em killers obey, like, "Go put that young - head on display" Free my -s, it ain't gon' be long They ain't forget who ain't pick up the phone Keep tryna diss me, he tryna get known The corner gon' know you when we take your soul I run with murderers, killers, - get wet, rivers Then get cut off, scissors, I speak the truth, scriptures Big - got wood, splinters (grrah), don't see in the mirror that's a mixture Got richer and bought me a Richard I still give my hitman your picture (go get him) These - broke, we fixed You can shoot at my hoe, but you know you gon' miss (try it) Look at these VVS, how these - hit My wrist drippin' like I done slitted this - (suicide) Jet on the way to Dominico, lil' - threw me off, too much silicon (word) I bought the whip with the ceilin' gone (ceilin' gone) Countin' dead faces in the livin' room (in the livin' room) Ten bedrooms but I live alone (live alone) Chops in this -ch, I ain't here alone If I'm beefin' with him, his family should cherish they time 'Cause he won't be here long Y'all been beefin' for a year long, ain't nobody died yet? (Nobody died yet?) I don't know what would happen if a - snatch my chain 'Cause ain't nobody tried that (doot-doot-doot) I run with murderers, killers, - get wet, rivers Then get cut off, scissors, I speak the truth, scriptures - Chopstick got wood, splinters (brrt), don't see in the mirror that's a mixture (that's a mixture) Got richer and bought me a Richard I still give my hitman your picture (go get him)
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:55
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 135 BPM