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(Mommy, India got them beats) I ain't cooped up in the hills, I'm in the field tryna catch a kill, baby, huh?
I'm banned from where? I'm banned by who? (Leor, light it up)
These niggas ain't got no stripes, they know I'm the fuckin' man
Real life, stop

I'm the real score god, know we drill, baby
I ain't cooped up in the hills, I'm in the field, I'm outside tryna catch a kill, baby
All that dissin', who you killed lately?
Lil' big CEO, Caucasian phone coppin' deuces, still be dissin', man, these niggas crazy
Anti dropped a song sayin' my name rockin' moissanite chains

I don't even wanna respond 'cause these niggas so fuckin' lame
All in the A, they know I bust a brain
Got rich and still ain't change
Glock 23, clutchin', LeBron James
From the stick, bitch shootin' out flames

And I won't touch you 'cause that's my brother's sister
Soon as I get the drop, know I'm sendin' a missile
Dick ridin' niggas you never met in person
I don't understand you niggas
All in the West tryna blam a nigga
So it's beef? That's what you sayin', lil' nigga?
I'm the type, hop out shootin' with both hands, lil' nigga
So pussy, I can't even stand the nigga

I'ma kill you where you stand, lil' nigga
Been itchin' to knock off your man
I don't no need plan, just some switches and pistols
Nut in her mouth and you kissed her
Paranoid, my finger don't leave the trigger
Bad bitch tell me she don't need no nigga
These niggas broke as fuck, too
Dissin' me, pussy, who is you?
We known to hop out, shoot
Can tell he target practice 'cause all he do is diss
With a zipper on his stomach, like they don't be rippin' his ass up
Niggas be dissin' on the 'net, in real life, they pussy as fuck
And you know that's facts, ain't gotta run it back

I call JB, ain't gotta send him shit, know he gon' handle that
No defense, we quick attack
Diss me, now you can't take it back
And you know how I get down
We walk shit down, leave you with no face attached
Play wrong, I pull up with the MAC
I'm tryna see where niggas at
I ain't goin' back and forth with you bitches, I been' itchin' to catch a hat
Face down flat, nigga
Four-three, they run track
When we pull up, they get off
This a Hellcat motor, if 12 get behind, ain't no pistols gettin' tossed
That nigga sweet, we laid on him, I'm on his head like Randy Moss

Talked to the devil and prayed on him, next day nailed his ass to the cross
They just took another loss, that's raw
Brand new chop', that bitch go, "Bah"
Brand new Drac', that bitch go, "Fah"
7.62s rip the door off a car
Bring me his head in a jar
I'm rich and I'm above the law
Since birth, I've been a fuckin' star
Talk shit, this switch gon' tap your jaw
Blackout, I fucked 'round, popped a bar
I'd give my life for Crenshaw
Tek, Louie, Rod, JB, Shareek and the rest know who they are

I'm the real score god, know we drill, baby
I ain't cooped up in the hills, I'm in the field, I'm outside tryna catch a kill, baby

All that dissin', who you killed lately?
Lil' big CEO, Caucasian phone coppin' deuces, still be dissin', man, these niggas crazy
Anti dropped a song sayin' my name rockin' moissanite chains
I don't even wanna respond 'cause these niggas so fuckin' lame
All in the A, they know I bust a brain
Got rich and still ain't change
Glock 23, clutchin', LeBron James
From the stick, bitch shootin' out flames

Bro's sister pulled up with all Anti chains, said they ain't worth a thing
The jeweler said, "These moissanites," Big 952, that be the gang, huh?
Oh, you ready to lose your brain, huh?
Bet it for me, they'll leave you stank, huh?

Jump in the video, they'll put a target on your back, I'ma step on your ass and head home
Out the window, tryna leave his head blown
Ain't poppin' outside 'til the feds gone
Niggas died 'cause the shit they said wrong
I love dunkin' on shit, like I'm Derrick Rose
I'ma clutch on that fire 'til I can't no more
Hope I die 'fore I ever get old
Free all the bros up the road, fuck it
Yeah, I'm keepin' it violent if a fuck nigga told

I'm the real score god, know we drill, baby
I ain't cooped up in the hills, I'm in the field, I'm outside tryna catch a kill, baby
All that dissin', who you killed lately?
Lil' big CEO, Caucasian phone coppin' deuces, still be dissin', man, these niggas crazy
Anti dropped a song sayin' my name rockin' moissanite chains

I don't even wanna respond 'cause these niggas so fuckin' lame
All in the A, they know I bust a brain
Got rich and still ain't change
Glock 23, clutchin', LeBron James
From the stick, bitch shootin' out flames

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