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Uh, hot boy, cold hearted, 'lotta deads ('lotta deads)
Niggas snake me, I put one in his head, uh (put one in his head)
Not a killer, I just don't play 'bout my bread ('bout my bread)
All my bitches, if you touch 'em then I'm seeing fuckin' red, huh (I'm seeing red)
He can't comprehend, huh
How I make the hits, huh
Bitch I'm in the cut, huh
On my typa shit, huh
Nigga think he tough, huh
He ain't taking shit (taking shit)
He can try his luck, huh
We gon' scrape his shit
Ohh
Pull up dumpin' on my rivals (just how I do it)
Told that ho my dick was longer than the bible, goddamn
Need a mask and a knife like I'm Michael
I smack a bitch for leaking all my shit to fucking Tidal
Dodged a bullet, huh
Niggas pussy, they won't pull it, huh
Livin' life and loadin' clips to the fucking fullest, huh
Leave 'em crooked, huh
Fuck with me, I bеt he couldn't, huh
Boy was playing with his life, so my nigga took it (took it)
Uhh, you still out here fuckin' with these maggots (with these fucking maggots)
Bitch, I'm making plays, why I jumpin' like a rabbit, goddamn, huh (like a fucking rabbit)
You know I ain't never fuckin' had shit (never fucking had shit)
I get it on my own and then I turned into a savage, forreal, huh (to a fucking savage)
You still out here fuckin' with these maggots (wit' these maggots)
Bitch l'm making plays, why I jumpin' like a rabbit, forreal, huh (like a rabbit)
You know I ain't never fuckin' had shit (never had shit)
I get it on my own, then I turned into a savage, forreal, ooh (to a savage)
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