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Intro: HIBARI555 & GraffitiAvenue]

This shit recording?

Yea we in our bag, let's go

[Verse 1: HIBARI555]

Got me a check I know I’m the best I'm living all free in her head with no rent
Not gonna stop till I cop me a Benz she liking my swagger she liking my scent (let's go)
Go and cop a bag now I’m a fucking cash cow
If you talking all that shit you know I'm gonna lash out
Go and hit the dash now to fire like a match now
Just went so fast I think I'm boutta pass out

[Verse 2: GraffitiAvenue]

Ok I'm back
Back in my bag
Leave you behind like that bitch from the past
Came from the psych ward I will leave bite marks
Severe your limbs I'll cut off your right arm
Hate to get graphic shit can get tragic
Children in baskets left out in traffic
Missing in action I'm everlasting
Breaking her back end do it with passion
Breaking her back and smacking that ass
Watching it clap she licking my tats
Then sitting that cat up on my six pack
It's covered in blood cause she on the rag

Verse 3: HIBARI555]

Yea they be talking shit I'm saying what’s new?
Imma hit you with that 1 2 kung fu
I be getting numbers over numbers
Motherfucker I be steady saying that I’m a subdue
Kick it back blow a bag
I ain't never going back
They be stealing all my flows on their fucking tracks
Come on bro write your own shit
Stealing my bars line for line bitch I own it

Bitch, stop stealing my shit
Yea yea yea