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Who made this shit?TayTay made the beatAyy, fuck all you niggas, yeahYeah, free Choppa Boy (You know the don dada, yeah)We step on anything, and still steppin', nigga (Look)Went to the bank, I left with fifty in my pocket, niggaGang, I been tryna leave 'em blank, this on your noggin, niggaI got juveniles who steppin', totin' on dirty pistols, yeahAll my niggas out here spinnin', tryna leave a nigga deadFuck nigga, what you said? We puttin' you to sleep in your bedOn the bottom the nine, I just put a beam, everything be infraredTalk like Top, get on these medsGet out your top, we bust your headCatch him bad, hop out and sprayJump out and we slumped his assThey can't run, we on they assI'm like who want beef? Just show me somethin'I got killers on Front Street and we ain't runnin'How I come through, shawty, she don't want no otherPull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cuttersHe say he want smoke with meWe gon' get him knocked offThese bitch niggas don't wan' rock with meMy brothers blow your block downTravel for that price just like a GreyhoundI don't want you, I got cake nowYou wasn't loyal, you couldn't stay downI don't want you in my way nowCan't help you see I'm rich, yeahSay the wrong thing and you bentWe got FN's and Glock 10s, ten millimeterYoungBoy hot and I done broke the meterAll this money got me blind, I don't know these people, yeahShe wan' be with me, I just won't date her, won't date her, goShe wan' talk, girl, I don't have no data, no data, noI stay with that sword just like Darth Vader, Darth Vader, woahBitch, I keep that stick, but don't play pool, I let it blowI just tried to kill another nigga the other dayI just got another half a million up in my bankPussy nigga, we ain't never slippin', bitch, what you think?I got rifles, Dracos, and pistols, blow up a tankOn my lil' boy, niggaI'm like who want beef? Just show me somethin'I got killers on Front Street and we ain't runnin'How I come through, shawty, she don't want no otherPull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cuttersHe say he want smoke with meWe gon' get him knocked offThese bitch niggas don't wan' rock with meMy brothers blow your block downTravel for that price just like a GreyhoundI don't want you, I got cake nowYou wasn't loyal, you couldn't stay downI don't want you in my way nowWho made this shit?TayTay made the beat
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