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You can get the chrome hit the fitted off your domeThis shit you think you know think I'm kiddin’ then you wrongThis ain't no song, just flexin' my barsY’all broke down like the shit in your garagePut the pressure on your shoulder blade, talk that shitShow up in a motorcade, fuck that shitMan everybody knows you fake, plus you a bitchAnd everybody knows you hate, hustle and motivateEverybody knows I'm the GOAT, greatestHow you gonna say I'm not your favorite?As far as country rap goes everyone's just okay, But you know I'ma goCrazy white boy get a job done, standin' by myself with a pumpWhat's up {what's up}You fuckboys stand around don't even get shit done, shit’s junkI’m plugged in like light sockets and plus I am psychoticDon't bark I bite Mike Tyson, roll dice gamble life that’s inYou shouldn't fuck around with me, fuck around with meYou shouldn't fuck around with me, I won't let it beI won’t let 'em breatheR.i.p. to a motherfucker that want war with meRun up get your ass served v.i.pWhoop a bitch nigga ass my specialtyS.o.b. son of a gun, huhLook at how fast they run, uhMy pistol it knocks heads off shouldersThat's game over done, uh[Verse]Whole bunch of hoes and shit hoe cliqueNo talent havin' ass hoe bitch hoe shitBuckshot, get rocked, hillbilly hold thisWant smoke? I got it, who wanna get lit?I ain't tryna hear about your tripThat shits gay as fuck, two dicks, no bitchWalk around lookin' like a lick, prolly rob these dudes with my fistWho wanna get it rockin'? It ain't ever been a problemWe can hit 'em with a shotgun, you ain't gonna see tomorrowHe a motherfuckin' goner, I'm a motherfuckin' gunnerAin't that a motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker?Leave 'em on slump shit, bump my shitTook a city boy to show you what country isPull my boots on then kicked in the doorAnd lets burn the rap sense bitch this is war[Bridge][Verse]Sittin' shotgun with a shotgun I've been poppin'Since Master P and Silkk the Shocker had 'em sayin' uhhWe can get it rockin' it ain't never been a problemFuck boy we ain't worried about noneWe can get it done, I'ma be the oneBetter run Forrest run Forrest run, run for it run for it runYou can bring a knife and I'ma bring a gunPow, wow, I just bought a new houseLivin' up north you can see it from the southWho's that peepin' in my window, pow, nobody, nobody nowYou ain't talkin' 'bout me then nobody countsOn top of the mountain, nobody aroundFuck the mainstream I'll remain undergroundAll alone on the throne where the fuck is my crown?Whoa, oh, you ain't got no soul you fuckers outta controlYou microwave while I cook on the stoveY'all Betty Crocker's I'm cookin' up doughI'm a goon in this rap shitY'all lookin' like food in this rap shitI'm a fool with this rap shitOne more albumAnd I'm through with this rap shitWhat more I gotta do to prove I ain't number two?Bitch who the fuck are youWritin' three number one's you ain't did shit onceI'ma do this shit again just incase you needed proof, oohI'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I've been OutKastin'Do this for practice, line after line how I'm catchin' these rappersWay too much talkin' bitch, where is the action?Bitch I'm just askin'? What the fuck happened?The game ain't the same so I came did my thingI created the lane now I'm done with this rap shit
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