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I'm ripping and running say type shii
When I scroll through the gram I don't like shit
Cuz niggas flexing on the gram
You knowing where I am
I ain gotta hide shit
Niggas say they do or die shit
Only cuz they never try shit
Pull uzi till I hear click
Listen to it go bat man and it got a side kick
Prolly think I'm talking Robin
But I miss my Nigga 23
And I miss my Nigga Jason
I'll just be waiting till they let my young niggas free
Can't forget my Nigga sauce
I swear my Nigga had the recipe
Got locked up then he passed the spoon to me
I will break niggas wrist if you say that you ain't feeling me
I'll break down the doors to the industry down
I stay calling everyone family
But nun of you niggas is keen to me clowns
Might tell my boy keem grab tha gun
And he never pull it just for fun
876 all the way to one
You're screaming out
Run Ricky run
And while he be shooting at Ricky
I will be with Vicky
She said she gone play with my dicky
She bent over start giving licky
Then said it was icky
She said It started getting sticky
I sed lemme suck yo tittes
Said they Itty bitty
Told her I'm king of that committee
She said period
Girl you not from the city
I love when she hot everything getting litty
Foreign Chick i had to register
Throw on my Ralph when I'm wrecking her
Only speak Spanish
I pulled out my phone
Then sent adios
After I'm finish sexting her
I'm out like my Nigga zoom
Told her I cant jump a broom
Hit a lick on that Pussy first rule to robbing
When you finish you gotta clear the room
Got me saying type shit type shit
Oh girl just look at my fit my fit
Hol up wait lemme first take a pic a pick
Prolly need new ice on my wrist wrist
Got me screaming type shit shit
I'm trying to go and get rich get rich
Give 33 bands to my bitch my bitch
So leave me alone
Just suck on my dick my dick
I'm ripping and running say type shit
When I scroll through the gram I don't like shit
Cuz niggas flexing on the gram
You knowing where I am
I ain gotta hide shit
Niggas say they do or die shit
Only cuz they never try shit
Pull uzi till I hear click
Listen to it go bat man and it got a side kick
Chopper tickle you like elmo
Get tears from your laughter and use em for ammo
I wet at Nigga I'm feeling like Rambo
Pull up wit my soldiers we all dressed in camo
My Niggas went nuts on they pay day
We flying first class give a f*ck bout what they say
And if you say that we ain't
I'm coping bazookas shooting down the pilot niggas yelling mayday
You only get one wish like ray ray
Don't play with me boy this not a game of 2k
Smoking ha out throwing the deuce like quota and my Nigga zay say
Got niggas confused through the weekend like
They made another Friday without day day
Don't give a f*ck about what she say
We Can't kick it i'm not a sensei
I'm ripping and running say type shit
When I scroll through the gram I don't like shit
Cuz niggas flexing on the gram
You knowing where I am
I ain gotta hide shit
Niggas say they do or die shit
Only cuz they never try shit
Pull uzi till I hear click
Listen to it go bat man and it got a side kick
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Got my nigga Bash saying Type Shit