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They been talkin' bad, bad 'bout meThey been talkin' badThey been talkin' bad, bad 'bout meThey know I'ma flash, don't play wit' meHuh, who that is knockin' on itHaa, lookThirty stick, pocket can't fit, '36 servin' that shitPlannin' on murderin' a bitchdon't fuck wit' that, don't fuck wit' thatRerock tucked inside his sockhe smokin', ain't sellin' that shitPop 'em, and we make 'em smell that bitchthe law gon' smell that bitch[?] hit, take off his dome, I'm on that Skully shitThat's my cousin, I hope you don't fuck wit' thisI'm gon' kill all your kids, lost soulI say, "Grandma, tell my God that I'm coming home"They want me gone, but I ain't scaredYou lose your head 'bout what you saidI bang that green, my symbol redNow, free my slimes from out the fedsNow, pussy nigga, what you said?You know I be on that, you talk that shitcan't take it backYou ain't shit to me, just another hatCall his mama, I'll help that bitch bury his assThеse niggas hate Big 5, huhBecausе, they brother or cousin diedBecause, they bitch want to fuck the slimeThey know the realest one is, ILil Phat gone, inside the skyHold it down and I don't know 'emI pick my phone up, call up Shyne"I need Young Thug back on my charm"I pick my phone up, call them slimesThese pussy niggas, I can't ignore 'emI know this one, he got some senseAnd, just one want meet my arm, that I bare wit'Wipe his nose, show that pussy nigga that I slatt shitBrrt, baow, baow, no comin' back bitchShoulda been my friend, but you want to be a demon, huhI ain't that type of nigga that'll fill your bitch upwit' my semen, nahI'ma spit in that bitch faceand make her tell you that, "That nigga foul"It's fuck you out that gate, and if you play, bitchI'ma lay you downLay law down in that murder townchoppa bullets sprayin' 'roundTell that pussy, "Pick you up", by nighthe still be layin' downI'm wit' that, I don't fuck aroundCan't wait 'til I catch that clownPussy tryna steal my whole swag, I get 'em draggedRun down on his ass, he get no pass, he gon' get smashedHaa, young nigga not more bloody than meHand full, I count on my feetPussy ass nigga ain't more Skully than meCame in this game, and I'm known to beefReal slimeball, they known to creepCatch 'em down bad, knock 'em off his feetGrim reaper, I say, "I see nothin' but evil"I see niggas wanna be usBut, they never prayed to you, onceNo, I want his soulI just want to bust his domePut that nigga feet inside the airhe want to see us (Nigga, yeah)Show that nigga that this shit ain't pretty, tryna be usNigga, soon as you see us, we hold that heat upBetter not have your mamacita wit' you, she get left put upFlash it, glrrt, flash it, blrrt, you get the pictureFuck wit' them real gravediggersthe one's that do real rituals (Oh, yeah)If I say that I want you deadmight as well go call the fedsAin't none, ain't stoppin' 'til we get to youI'm gon' bust your headI'm like, "One, two, three, four, five, six"nigga fuck that count, It's twelveYou gon' be thirteen, I'm gon' send your stupidscary ass, to hellFuck who you is, them looks prevailDid too much time inside them cellsFuck who you kill, look, I'm too realGot to show me, better than you spell or rhyme, niggaPussy, we slang iron, niggaOnce you cross that line, niggaYour whole family dyin', nigga (I want his soul)They been talkin' bad, bad 'bout meThey gon' see me flash, now, why you play wit' meNow, hold on, I hope that don't be my P. Oknockin' at my doorCause, she don't even know the kidbeen tryna heal up his soulGrim reaper, I say, "I see nothin' but evil"I see niggas wanna be usBut, they never prayed to you, onceNo, I want his soulI just want to bust his domePut that nigga feet inside the airhe want to see us (Nigga, yeah)Show that nigga that this shit ain't pretty, tryna be us
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