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(You're not making this easy, Kyle) I ain't got the strap on me, it don't matter, boy, I'm smacking opps I'll pop a bean and level up like I'm Kakarot Hammer glued to me like my home base Ragnarök You ain't never had a knot, never had no guap You ain't never had a ten, you ain't had a dub You ain't never had a fifty, you ain't had a hun' You ain't never had a quarter ticker, lil' dirty bum I bet I'll have ten M's when I'm thirty-somethin' They tried to count me out, I think they failed math 4-0 on me, I should be in Yale class Talkin' 'bout you in yours, it must be a stale bag Bitch talking 'bout earn her heart, but I ain't Dale ass Unleashed dog, boy, this shirt Givenchy This a forty-two, I told them keep the Dirk Nowitzki I'm for surely dizzy, probably 'cause the Perky hit me Fuck the confrontation Drop his ass first peep, I'm just observating Pink ten with an Addy, shit, I'm concentrating Got Ulysses in the drum, but my pockets Franklin I could hop up out the car in neutral, walk him down Or play the sun roof in the Track', hawk him down (Fah, fah, fah) Go pick his body up We ice him like a hockey puck, he bleedin' like a Wocky cup Bet against the team, you gon' find yourself in debt (In debt) Letras de cancionesI'm a hustle fiend, had to find myself a check How you got some VVs, hidin' from the diamond test? Cuddy tryna work his wrist, somebody find a 'Rex Shit, hit his cherry on top, now he a vegetable Present, future, past, his whole life unacceptable Turk hit the work and stretch it out, Mr. Incredible Ain't a dollar in your pocket, fuck does your opinion matter? I just popped an Oxy', codeine, now I'm feelin' big and badder Pull up to your crib blowin' like the wolf Five hundred CVVs, I gotta buy in bulk I was on the ropes, then turned around like Rey Mysterio Wake up eating Apple jacks like, nah, it ain't no Cheerios Wake up like, "Shit, what I want for breakfast?" Think I want a sealed pint of syrup straight from Texas Shit, I'm straight on texting, don't call unless it's 'bout some dollar bills (Brrt) I can split a brick in two and put it back together, David Copperfield Before I hopped up in the Urus, popped a pill, might pop the wheels (Skrrt) MJ pulling stunts like he Travis Pastrana All black thing like T'Challa, the 'Cat from Wakanda All Gelato, not no Lemon Cherry, the package say, "Guava" Catch him out and fill him up with lead like a Scantron Your main mans'll see you Money Mitching, turn to Cam'ron (Huh, Rico, Rico) Give your bitch a script of blues and tell her treat it like a tampon (Huh, freak ho, freak ho) Fake one way, go the other, hit the sheriff with a Shammgod Send a hundred shots and turn his top to a Wiffle ball Think you fuckin' with the gang? You must've sniffed a brick of dog Can't you tell by the Virgil tee I'm gettin' off? Foghorn Leghorn how my chicken talk When life give you lemons, you supposed to make lemonade When life give you dope, I heard you 'posed to sell it DSM, we still sinning 'cause all doggies go to Heaven From Letras Mania