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Wanna fight us we gonna settle pour up a toast imma sip out the kettle
Testing my luck I'm just pulling these pedals
Rose gold on the phone matching the bezel
Hit up that bitch with a hello take that bitch home she suck me up like jello
Dissing the game I don't play by my fellows
Pulling her weave bad bitch from the ghetto
Switching the flow like a gecko
Switching his colors up in a palmetto
Top of the comp I deserve me a medal
You were calling out the one from twisted metal
Diamonds on my wrist look like fruity pebbles
More of the bass I don't f*ck with the treble
Making this fire they call me the devil
Shut up before you get popped like a vessel
Hey I gotta make a few bands in a week
Run up I'm keeping my hand on my heat
Stand like a soldier Lebron's on my feet
It's a hit whenever I get up on the beat
Climb to the top I will never be beat
F*ck him feel like Tay-Key
You do not know us well take you a seat
Get off my dick please let me breathe inhale I gotta make me a sale
Please don't snitch don't tell my competition fail
So if you try me you go nighty run up let's do it like Nike
Watch so bright it's like it's high beams you might freeze cause it's so icy
Ice on my neck it's like Fiji I'm rocking VV
Shout out to my brother Reese
Runnin the heaters on free heat
Running shit back you know we keep it on repeat
Repeat you know that shit was a bar when I get rich give my mama a car
Diamonds so bright damn I look like a star
Delete the number dont know who you are
Hit it with a one two Kimbo
That bitch get low on the dick better fabricate limbo
He getting popped like a pimple Jack better run be quick Jack better be nimble
Under my thumb like a thimble I'm crashing out like a symbol
Damn that was simple 343 down is the symbol
Call me Steve Rogers we the Avengers assemble
2023 so I'm still screaming f*ck my ex I'm wishing you the worst cause I don't think that you deserve the best
Since it's 2023 I will not apologize I feel like I said I'm sorry way too many f*cking times
Damn that love when I switch up the flow
Talking that shit I might f*ck on your hoe
Fast lane bitch I could never move slow
Chopping my dick so you bitch finna blow
Sike don't want your whore
Settle the score money I'm getting it more
We put your ass on the floor knock knock knock so you better open the door
Pull up and f*ck him up you know I f*ck him up
I got a big dick and made yo girl back it up
Hands on my gun and you know that I cock it up
Left his shit here and you know that I burn it up
Dive in that pussy you know that I beat it up
Talking that shit and you know that we press him up
Feeling like X I'm sipping a teacup
Keep trying bitch you'll never ever beat us
Ay bitch it's no cap Davis
Yeah your bitch I'm on her playlist
Gotcha bitch she doing my dishes
And our Glocks got them switches
And you know my trigger finger itches
Step to me you got my permission
On your bitch is my initials
Yeah that's the tattoo she went to the parlor got too many bodies I'm not talking armor
Watch so bright like sunshine keep f*cking with us we gonna send you to the dark side
Put a motherf*cker on the front line might get his hoe knocked off at the same time
Push it to start hit him with a carbon might f*ck around die from the oxide
When I come around bitch the opps hide smoking on green like Popeye
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Wanna fight us we gonna settle pour up a toast imma sip out the kettle
Testing my luck I'm just pulling these pedals
Rose gold on the phone matching the bezel
Hit up that bitch with a hello take that bitch home she suck me up like jello
Dissing the game I don't play by my fellows
Pulling her weave bad bitch from the ghetto
Switching the flow like a gecko
Switching his colors up in a palmetto
Top of the comp I deserve me a medal
You were calling out the one from twisted metal
Diamonds on my wrist look like fruity pebbles
More of the bass I don't f*ck with the treble
Making this fire they call me the devil
Shut up before you get popped like a vessel
Hey I gotta make a few bands in a week
Run up I'm keeping my hand on my heat
Stand like a soldier Lebron's on my feet
It's a hit whenever I get up on the beat
Climb to the top I will never be beat
F*ck him feel like Tay-Key
You do not know us well take you a seat
Get off my dick please let me breathe inhale I gotta make me a sale
Please don't snitch don't tell my competition fail
So if you try me you go nighty run up let's do it like Nike
Watch so bright it's like it's high beams you might freeze cause it's so icy
Ice on my neck it's like Fiji I'm rocking VV
Shout out to my brother Reese
Runnin the heaters on free heat
Running shit back you know we keep it on repeat
Repeat you know that shit was a bar when I get rich give my mama a car
Diamonds so bright damn I look like a star
Delete the number dont know who you are
Hit it with a one two Kimbo
That bitch get low on the dick better fabricate limbo
He getting popped like a pimple Jack better run be quick Jack better be nimble
Under my thumb like a thimble I'm crashing out like a symbol
Damn that was simple 343 down is the symbol
Call me Steve Rogers we the Avengers assemble
2023 so I'm still screaming f*ck my ex I'm wishing you the worst cause I don't think that you deserve the best
Since it's 2023 I will not apologize I feel like I said I'm sorry way too many f*cking times
Damn that love when I switch up the flow
Talking that shit I might f*ck on your hoe
Fast lane bitch I could never move slow
Chopping my dick so you bitch finna blow
Sike don't want your whore
Settle the score money I'm getting it more
We put your ass on the floor knock knock knock so you better open the door
Pull up and f*ck him up you know I f*ck him up
I got a big dick and made yo girl back it up
Hands on my gun and you know that I cock it up
Left his shit here and you know that I burn it up
Dive in that pussy you know that I beat it up
Talking that shit and you know that we press him up
Feeling like X I'm sipping a teacup
Keep trying bitch you'll never ever beat us
Ay bitch it's no cap Davis
Yeah your bitch I'm on her playlist
Gotcha bitch she doing my dishes
And our Glocks got them switches
And you know my trigger finger itches
Step to me you got my permission
On your bitch is my initials
Yeah that's the tattoo she went to the parlor got too many bodies I'm not talking armor
Watch so bright like sunshine keep f*cking with us we gonna send you to the dark side
Put a motherf*cker on the front line might get his hoe knocked off at the same time
Push it to start hit him with a carbon might f*ck around die from the oxide
When I come around bitch the opps hide smoking on green like Popeye
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Writer: ASHLEY FRANCIS HOWES, MARTIN PETER HARRINGTON, ROBERT BERKELEY DAVIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, O/B/O DistroKid, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico


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