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Yeah, uh (Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger) Uh, yeah, uh, yeah Pull up with the— grr, pow, onomatopoeia Hoppin' out the 'Burban, big body like Madea Put some holes in him, now he spotted like a cheetah How the fuck you livin'? Good, I wouldn't wanna be ya I'm with your bitch and her back arched like Tina Look to the back at you boys, you can't keep up Bulletproof vest, lookin' like I'm Vegeta Quickdraw from my hip, make him dance like Shakira, uh Spot him outside, hold up, skrrt, hit the brakes, uh Call him Might Guy, send his ass to the gates, uh Y'all so pussy to the bone, need a spay, uh Beat him up, boots to the face, uh "Kxll, why you trippin' like that? I don't like you" Love how my foes get to boltin' like a Raichu Said he wanna get close to God, I could guide you Money stacked up like the letters in a haiku D-Dirty lil' bastard, yeah, bitch, I'm rancid I keep a Glock by my dick where my pants sit He actin' odd, like Cosmo, he vanish Run up, see this shit? Ain't here just to brandish Lay him down, on top his casket, I'm prancin' Letras de cancionesStretchin' these bands like my money elastic Sex, money, violence, revenge, what I practice He disrespect, that's a suicide tactic Uh, I just send a text, she get wet, okay, cool, uh Say that boy feel vexed, Smith & Wess' correct moods, uh Insert when erect, pierce cervix, she get skewed, uh Bullets on Rize, eat your flesh, Tokyo Ghoul (Yeah) Pull up with the— grr, pow, onomatopoeia Hoppin' out the 'Burban, big body like Madea Put some holes in him, now he spotted like a cheetah How the fuck you livin'? Good, I wouldn't wanna be ya I'm with your bitch and her back arched like Tina Look to the back at you boys, you can't keep up Bulletproof vest, lookin' like I'm Vegeta Quickdraw from my hip, make him dance like Shakira, uh, yeah From Letras Mania