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Blatt
Ridin' in them splats
Aye, yuh, run up you get, uh
Aye, yuh, run up you get bratt
Aye, yuh, you thought I was gon' say cracked, uh, slash that
And if you run then it blatt
Blatt, blatt, blatt, check me out look

Ayy, ho, bome and eat this dick like a mango
Big B shit, crackers bend the block, I ain't see shit
But slash that, Draco on my lap, I can't pass that
I had a thought, but done forgot it, that's a abstract

No rack out, tried to hit a ho, but that shit [?]
These niggas tryna come up off of this, fuck 'round and get clapped
I'm living this, lil bruh got clothes, came mysterious
Tryna say Lil Nine mumble rap, check my delivery
Remember when, I was in middle school and she wasn't feelin' me
Now I'm in her kidneys or the spot, where her liver is
Put a diss up on my name, my niggas bumming where you live
Yeah Lil Nine, GlokkNine, bitch I'm strapped up
Ain't no condom on the dick, so we nut a lil faster
If you owe me, like some rent collecting all your taxes
Rob a nigga, slay his kids, your mama raised a bastard

Rob a nigga, slay his kids, your mama raised a bastard
Talk your shit jit, talk your shit jit, tell 'em 'bout it
We be chargin' up off of Molly, he feel like Super Sonic
I can't flex or flag on nobody, but he ain't livin' 'bout it
All that shit they rappin', y'all believin', ask the city 'bout it
All these golds, I swear I'm going achievin' when it's catch a body
I was out here scopin' for no reason, that my fuckin' hobby
Run up on Lil Nine and that's like sayin' that you suicidal
I'm gon' speak my mind, what's on my mind, and you gon' hear about it

Open up they ears and now they sayin' I'm the greatest out here
[?] is a piff cause he caught 10, I don't like to think about it
All I speak is facts up on them tracks, call this bitch Brazilian
I can't wait till I get all them racks, I just want a milllion
Snappin' on this beat by SourK, cause he the one who feel me
Aye, blood filled with rage and I'm gon' double kill it
My niggas they gon' bang, they make you feel it
Yeah, you talkin' out your neck, I swear lil bruh the illest
Aye, yuh, uh, huh, I swear lil bruh the realest
He gon' bang 'bout me, I swear he double kill it
Aye, double K, cause we gon' double kill it

Uh, aye, double kill, that's what the murder say
Yuh, aye, Lil Nine boost up the murder rate
It's a killin' in my city jit, like everyday
Uh, them jits they show no pity they want everything
Them jits [?] gon' pull up and just let it rain
Aye, we pull up jit, wait what you on
Aye, lil bruh I'm hanging with some rolling stones
All my niggas they don't play jit
Yuh, uh, my niggas slangin' Ks bitch
And if you run up, they gon' paint shit
And you get done up, cause Lil Nine he say go crank shit
Okay, okay, okay, okay, jit
Okay, yuh, yuh, we on that crank shit
Uh, okay, yuh, this crayola
I turn your shit suwoop, oh yuh I [?]

And what you on, I don' know
Aye, my niggas they gon' pull up let it blow
Aye, yuh, bitch we want all the smoke
And we givin' all you cancer, don't you choke
We givin' all you niggas cancer, don't you choke
Aye, I take these niggas as a joke
I take these niggas as a joke
Givin' all this cancer, don't you choke
I swear to God, bruh I'm freestylin'
Aye, yuh, yeah Lil Nine he just wildin'
Aye, my niggas they Big B
And they gonna bang 'bout me
Suwoop, suwoop, suweee
Come here, come here, oh now you bleed

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