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One... one
....Fuck Postmates
I need all...

I need all my bitches same color as Drake
If they not, then they getting rocked
Put that Pyrex in the pot
I don't give a fuck if you out there in the 6
Suck a dick, pussy boy you getting hit with the (woo!)
And I'm really with the shits, so you not gon' take my hits
Break my heart while I break your bitch
Two black cards let me cloak my wrist
Fuck a diss, boy, I'm draggin bodies like it's Metal Gurr

I don't care bout your fuckin' status, Peggy got no fear
Juggin', I come with them bands, aye
Gun do not come with no plan, aye
Keep a Kimber at the pad, aye
Crackers never get a pass, wait
Credit like my name was Chad, aye
Watch who you fucking tag babe
Okay, get your demo out my face
Shawty, tryna give that dick to Kelly Conway
Pull my case, boy, I beat that shit like Lennon beat his bae
Young O'Shea
I need a bitch with long hair like Myke C-Town
You talking shit, I'm talking shit, you catch a beat down
I know you never in the hood or in the streets now

And still I'm hearing that you really want some beef now?
Bruh, take your tree out my backwood
Made the beat cuz I'm that good
Got your girl on her hands, Johnny 5 with the cans
Fuck a blog, fuck a fan, hope my record get panned
Least I made you niggas dance
Fuck 12 nigga, stamp

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