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This ain't no diss, I'm talking shit
For every one of you niggas that think it is, then bitch it is
Dancin' in the dark with that .23 and tinted click
Everything I ever wanted, scratched it off the list
And for them pocket watchers, joggers, bitch, I'm still having shit
Pulled off the lot like, “Skrrt”, made the back of that bitch kiss
Send a BiC with a bad bitch, I'm rollin' weed, she sucking dick
Bugatti with the 1K on just to let it gliss
Kill a whale up in that water, bitch, I eat up all the fish
Niggas out here stealing flows and call they selves the G.O.A.T
I walk along, but you know Klan and them be everywhere I go
If I'm by myself I got to have choppa somewhere close
And nigga, you know how that go, it's like the Devil on my shoulder
Demons walking with me, pistol on my lap, pray ‘cause I be sinning
They was showing love, it wasn't no hate in the beginning
I guess when you get some recognition niggas get to switching, on my Mama son
Teary Ray the youngest done
Once a million dollars as a toddler, knew I wanted one
Careful flip and I count dollar for dollar, turn me to a robber
Me, Jizzle and AJ on the block looking for lick, come here, go find ‘em
In my backpack kept a binder, it was full of ruble
Raw Raw was the youngest but he always had the biggest strap
Niggas tryna keep up with the clan, we steady runnin' laps
You get mad, I hear them rumors
What the fuck you talking about?
Dark outside the house, soon as he out, uh, knock ‘em down
But you know he ain't clearing it with the brand, don't even come around
My young niggas fucked up, they tie you up and take your pounds
Me, Jizzle and AJ on the block looking for lick, come here, go find ‘em
In my backpack kept a binder, it was full of ruble
Raw Raw was the youngest but he always had the biggest strap
Niggas tryna keep up with the clan, we steady runnin' laps
You get mad, I hear them rumors
What the fuck you talking about?
Dark outside the house, soon as he out, uh, knock ‘em down
But you know he ain't clearing it with the brand, don't even come around
My young niggas fucked up, they tie you up and take your pounds
He on that every time, I got to make it home safe and sound
This ain't no diss, I'm talking shit
For every one of you niggas that think it is, then bitch it is
Dancin' in the dark with that .23 and tinted click
Everything I ever wanted, scratched it off the list
And for them pocket watchers, joggers, bitch, I'm still having shit
Pulled off the lot like, “Skrrt”, made the back of that bitch kiss
Send a BiC with a bad bitch, I'm rollin' weed, she sucking dick
Bugatti with the 1K on just to let it gliss
This ain't no diss, I'm talking shit
For every one of you niggas that think it is, then bitch it is
Dancin' in the dark with that .23 and tinted click
Everything I ever wanted, scratched it off the list
And for them pocket watchers, joggers, bitch, I'm still having shit
Pulled off the lot like, “Skrrt”, made the back of that bitch kiss
Send a BiC with a bad bitch, I'm rollin' weed, she sucking dick
Bugatti with the 1K on just to let it gliss
Kill a whale up in that water, bitch, I eat up all the fish
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