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[Part I]

[Verse 1]
I stay with my brothers, they is day ones, never losing
Creeping in the alley, know you not gon' do shit
You can check the tally, you know you can’t reduce it
This not the finale so I'm not gonna lose it
Glock in, who the fuck you stopping?
Suppressor on the barrel and I got a lot of options
I'm not even listening, so why you keep on talking?
That bitch boy just got Twitter fingers, he can keep on walking
Roll myself a Backwood, it’s full of Runtz
Phreyla been the day one, can't even roll a dutch
See your ass in person, you're all of sudden stuck
I-I-If you keep on talking, shut the fuck up, your music prolly sucks

[Part II]

[Verse 2]
Got some bands now, cash now, making a deposit
Keep on talking 'bout your shitty music, need to stop it
Please just switch the topic, please just use somе logic
Finger's on the trigger, I think I'ma off it
What you tryna say?
Just know I nеver play
I never mess with games
Do this shit every day
Grind music every way
8K quality, no display
I'm just like that, it's okay
Swinging right up while I’m grabbing my K

[Part III]

[Intro]
(yaego)
Fetch me their souls!

[Verse 3]
Keep a .40, but I’m keeping it tucked
I don't wanna talk, I don’t give a fuck
I'm the big dog, he a regular mutt
He can't talk shit, 'cause the shit he makes sucks
Big ass 0 in his chest like Russ
Big ass bullets flying by like, "Duck"
Bullets keep missing, ’cause he ran outta luck
Drill him in the head, yeah, throw him in the trunk

[Verse 4]
Please get the fuck out my way, bum
I only care about paystubs
Next time I see you, you pay up
Me and the clique, yeah, you pay us
Laser on him from the waist up
D-D-Don't play dumb
Chopper shooting like Tatum
You mumble a lot, wanna say sumn'?
I'm with the witches in Salem