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Damn, damn
Broke the internet
Tell you what
Put that nigga ass in the dirt
I'll tell you what, are you doing too much talking?
Free kill
F*ck wrong with you
Free kill
I'll tell you what, though
What? What?
(Staccs on the beat so it sound different)

Yeah, it get hot in the streets, so I gotta keep a cooling kit on table (dig?)
And all this first-name nigga do is start fake beef then sign to a label (dig?)
New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (dig)
Poke a nigga up with a mask on talkin' 'bout jason, ain't talkin' 'bout tatum

I can not beef with a nigga, he dead
I got some niggas I raised from the dead
I was brought up to keep one in the head
I know it's all talking, my name is not ted
I'm gonna give these lil' niggas the blues
Won't stop 'til I see a whole lotta red
Pop me a perc', on a whole lot of meds
Kill all the opps and then run from the feds
Tie that bitch up in the bathroom 'cause you know this a home invasion
Niggas on the net talking all that tough shit, tell them to drop the location
I'ma let the hollow point come out the blick just 'cause I like vibration
Nowadays, a nigga die over a bitch, want to always entertain 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't beef with a lil' nigga, he dead
Yeah, I can't beef wit' 'em, he dead
Why didn't your mom shoot you dead in the head?
I got some jewelry, it cost me some bread
F*ck all the jewelry and f*ck how I paid
Throwing the paint, we was toting the lead
It's the new gun, it's stuffed inside the bed

Yeah, it get hot in the streets, so I gotta keep a cooling kit on table (dig?)
And all this first-name nigga do is start fake beef then sign to a label (dig?)
New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (yeah)
Poke a nigga up with a mask on talkin' 'bout jason, ain't talkin' 'bout tatum

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (dig?)
Yeah, uh, yeah (dig?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (dig?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (dig?)
Yeah (dig?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm going to walk in your crib with the chop, when I walk out, I'ma leave with a limb
Told you lil' niggas this was an invasion, I keep the dough, I feel like I'm zim
Yeah, it's a choice, yeah, they taking that harder way, I'm calling 'em tim
Bro will kill you 'cause the color of your brim
12 will kill you 'cause the color your skin
Just killed a nigga and it don't mean shit, kill a rap nigga and get famous
And I'm gon' kill every rapper I see, on the kel-tec, that is dangerous
Told you, a nigga gon' touch on these chains and you know that I got to stay dangerous
If you walk home with the stuff in your sack then you know I got to chop off your fingers
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Damn, damn
Broke the internet
Tell you what
Put that nigga ass in the dirt
I'll tell you what, are you doing too much talking?
Free kill
F*ck wrong with you
Free kill
I'll tell you what, though
What? What?
(Staccs on the beat so it sound different)

Yeah, it get hot in the streets, so I gotta keep a cooling kit on table (dig?)
And all this first-name nigga do is start fake beef then sign to a label (dig?)
New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (dig)
Poke a nigga up with a mask on talkin' 'bout jason, ain't talkin' 'bout tatum

I can not beef with a nigga, he dead
I got some niggas I raised from the dead
I was brought up to keep one in the head
I know it's all talking, my name is not ted
I'm gonna give these lil' niggas the blues
Won't stop 'til I see a whole lotta red
Pop me a perc', on a whole lot of meds
Kill all the opps and then run from the feds
Tie that bitch up in the bathroom 'cause you know this a home invasion
Niggas on the net talking all that tough shit, tell them to drop the location
I'ma let the hollow point come out the blick just 'cause I like vibration
Nowadays, a nigga die over a bitch, want to always entertain 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't beef with a lil' nigga, he dead
Yeah, I can't beef wit' 'em, he dead
Why didn't your mom shoot you dead in the head?
I got some jewelry, it cost me some bread
F*ck all the jewelry and f*ck how I paid
Throwing the paint, we was toting the lead
It's the new gun, it's stuffed inside the bed

Yeah, it get hot in the streets, so I gotta keep a cooling kit on table (dig?)
And all this first-name nigga do is start fake beef then sign to a label (dig?)
New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (yeah)
Poke a nigga up with a mask on talkin' 'bout jason, ain't talkin' 'bout tatum

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (dig?)
Yeah, uh, yeah (dig?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (dig?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (dig?)
Yeah (dig?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm going to walk in your crib with the chop, when I walk out, I'ma leave with a limb
Told you lil' niggas this was an invasion, I keep the dough, I feel like I'm zim
Yeah, it's a choice, yeah, they taking that harder way, I'm calling 'em tim
Bro will kill you 'cause the color of your brim
12 will kill you 'cause the color your skin
Just killed a nigga and it don't mean shit, kill a rap nigga and get famous
And I'm gon' kill every rapper I see, on the kel-tec, that is dangerous
Told you, a nigga gon' touch on these chains and you know that I got to stay dangerous
If you walk home with the stuff in your sack then you know I got to chop off your fingers
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Writer: Troy Vashon Donte Lane
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