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(You know Rami run that shit up)

Them boys flat Earthers, we spin his block and show him different
He was atheist, he saw that chopper, now he best believe
I'm a 'crete surfer, if I smell blood, get to rippin'
You writin' long articles, I tote extended magazines
Now they glazin' like they work at Krispy Kreme
You beat your meat, I beat my feet, they tried to treat me like a meme
Every opp got cold feet, money large, whole wheat
He hit the ground like Jake Brown, I sent the opps fifty feet (Water)

Catch an opp and exercise the Second-Amendment right that I don't have
Life a highway, I drive like a rascal, but I ain't catchin' flats
Only time I cut corners the curb, watch me skrrt the black
On the tour bus, used to ask for rides from home from Tamarac
I took that bitch to Mr. Chow, you took that ho to Shake Shack
My homeboy had an ego death and he ain't get the shake-back
Ask me if I'm really a Jew, why the fuck would I fake that?
Started a whole career and I did it all in the same hat
I carry pistols like I'm licensed, every hat was righteous

Nitro circus, midlife crisis, like JELEEL, I'm biking
That boy a gangster in the macro world, you are not a viking
They keep tryna beef with me, I'm a motherfuckin' bison
They were throwin' shade 'til the tree house got struck by lightning
Your favorite rapper ass, rappin' shit that other people writin'
He went to the loch and he ain't see his money back
My bitch got an onion booty, you can keep the honey pack
Golden ticket on his top, show him what the slug worth
I put the money in the smoke, I feel like Berner and I keep one

And that bitch for the streets and the suburbs (Water)
I'm fuckin' anything with legs, bitch, murder

Them boys flat Earthers, we spin his block and show him different
He was atheist, he saw that chopper, now he best believe
I'm a 'crete surfer, if I smell blood, get to rippin'
You writin' long articles, I tote extended magazines
Now they glazin' like they work at Krispy Kreme
You beat your meat, I beat my feet, they tried to treat me like a meme
Every opp got cold feet, money large, whole wheat
He hit the ground like Jake Brown, I sent the opps fifty feet (Water)

Big Dreidel, Big Dreidel
I'm the motherfuckin' Dreidel Man
Water, uh-uh, ayy, ayy
Put a hole in a cracker, I'm the bagel man
Got some money, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, got some money, ayy, ayy
Yeah
Same hat
I done built a whole career off the same hat
Water, like my flame attached
Water, uh, uh

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