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N-N-Nine-milli' burst, black mink fur, pockets fat, so absurd Bitch, I'm 'bout checks, I can't beef with you nerds Blastoise, she wet, cowabunga when I surf Hold up, what he said? (Uh-uh-uh) Not a word Pussy boy, get back, back, back, you get hurt Pull up with that gat, toe-tag then disperse Leave his body flat-face, plant, hit the dirt Finger-fuck my strap when I'm mad, make it squirt (Yeah) Uh, walked up in his shit, swipin' like a Visa AOT, in this bitch walls like I'm Grisha Change your 'meanor, sit down, boy, keep your tee tucked Pullin' up with sticks clenched, make him pray to Jesus (Huh, huh) Air it out, let it breathe Glock splittin' heads, feel like God, partin' seas Ricks on feet with his neck underneath Five-foot-six, still, I'm up, okay, capeesh Uh, peel his cap like Pez if he talk that mess, it's a wrap like casts, uh Tell my bullets, "Fetch," when the pistol vent, better watch your back, uh That lil' bitch on X, slidin' down my wood, leakin' like some sap, uh Switchblade leave your flesh bleedin', PMS with your soul detached Nine-milli' burst, black mink fur, pockets fat, so absurd Bitch, I'm 'bout checks, I can't beef with you nerds Blastoise, she wet, cowabunga when I surf Hold up, what he said? (Uh-uh-uh) Not a word Pussy boy, get back, back, back, you get hurt Pull up with that gat, toe-tag then disperse Leave his body flat-face, plant, hit the dirt Finger-fuck my strap when I'm mad, make it squirt From Letras Mania