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Uh, mm, lookI'm the one who did it with my cliqueand I ain't fuck with niggasI'm that nigga straight up outthat North and run with cold killersI'm that boy that made 'em go whack fourI don't like those niggas (aye Peewee killed the keys, huh?)Got these hoes on my trailAnd you know I don't show no feelings(bboy dripping that sauce)I ain't alright, lil daddyThey tried to play me, tried to snake meand diss my life, lil daddyAnd how I feel, you tried to take itThis a whole thirty clip, bitch, you gon' take itI don't understand a war about some pussy niggas hatin'Talk to my mama on a jake call, no bond, I had to lay downI'm in a stolen whip while ridin' 'roundMe and Ten with a hundred roundsHead bust, how that boy was foundSpray that strap, now turn in thereTell 'em: Get the fuck up out my way 'cause it's my turn nowBaby girl said I'm her favorite now, okay, I'm with thatI'm with DJ while he drunkand I'm still young, I still drink thatI'ma turn up when I come and when I leave up in a MaybachMoney comin' up in bundles, bitchdon't try me, I be on thatI'll dump thatI'm the one who did it with my cliqueand I ain't fuck with niggasI'm that nigga straight up out that Northand run with cold killersI'm that boy that made 'em go whack fourI don't like those niggasGot these hoes on my trail and you knowI don't show no feelingsI got the money counter, lil' baby up in Saint LaurentWe be wreckin' shit soon as I comewhole click straight dumbShoot the huh, fill it with the whole drumKeep both of my pockets filledwith money, they can't hold nothin'Spin the bitch, I bet that we fold somethin', yeahI ain't sparin' shit, spray itfuck the boy, my brother deadHundred thousand in my jacket pocket and I got on sweatsAnd you still can't fuckin' tellif I was walkin' with that TECBut you know I'm totin' fireTote dirty sticks and dirty ninesHit 'em with that face shot, boaw, that's a cold smileCaught that boy tryna leave his showE-way, that's me slingin' ironWanna kill me, but they takin' timeDumb stupid fuck, I take his mindDoofusI'm the one who did it with my cliqueand I ain't fuck with niggasI'm that nigga straight up out that Northand run with cold killersI'm that boy that made 'em go whack fourI don't like those niggasGot these hoes on my trail and you knowI don't show no feelingsYoungin' turnt up on them jiggaboosyou know that he'll shoot at youRidin' in a coupe with my dude, that's North sider proofWe caught like two bodies, he a shotta, he'll step on youThey know what the fuck we dogot a video, we shoot to shootLook, take his legs off, take his hands off, baow, baowWhip my burner out, now he scared now, calm downRap-ass nigga gunned down, bitch, bangStill got the top off when the sun down, bitchwe ain't the sameI'm the one who did it with my cliqueand I ain't fuck with niggasI'm that nigga straight up out that Northand run with cold killersI'm that boy that made 'em go whack fourI don't like those niggasGot these hoes on my trail, and you knowI don't show no feelings
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