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[Intro: K. Gotti, Two Chains, and Producer Tag]
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[Verse: K. Gotti]
My trap beat like a heart rate
Bitch niggas flee like a relay
I got strikes like an inmate
You niggas nervous like a blind date
On the bottom like a skid-plate
We on top like the head of state
Hard to break like an armor-plate
My flow golden like heaven gates
Satellite high like Kevin Gates
Tryna slide by like Ground bate
You boys trashed like a [?]
Bettеr stay inside like a rainy day
That nine tuckеd like shirt tails
My name ring like church bells
She so sweet like caramel
With a deep pussy like a water-well
I'm stuck to it like hair-gel
'Cause she locked up like jail cells
Loud screams like raising hell
And when I stop bro she like "don't tell"
I looked at her like "too late"
Then rolled out like speed skates
Bringing pain like tooth aches
Pullin' on triggers like a knee break
Eatin' rappers like a piece of cake
I'm a drug addict like Scarface
Hard to handle like pepper spray
I see black and gray like an X-ray
Spending money like a ballet
She threw the pussy like a pass-play
We tossed the bitch like a bouquet
And went back and fourth like a keep-away
Stay fly like blue jays
I beat the charge like O.J
Dangerous like a spinal tap
Y'all aggravating like jock straps
Overrated like snapbacks
That pussy wet like a dish-rag
I stick in it like a thumb tack
She say I'm good like Cheese-Mac
Cranked up like car-jacks
This beat cold like ice-packs
Soften niggas like tin-cans
She catch the nut like a drip-band
51-50 like a stunt-man
T-shirt your fam like a hitman
On your ass like a traffic jam
We schemed out like Uncle Sam
Scrim made it like a [?]
Hollywood lookin' like a million dollars
Oddy nasty like clam chowder
Leaving bitches stuck like rush-hour
Outdated like ten cassettes
We rush niggas like roulette
Burnin' niggas like a cigarettes
Your bitch blew me like a clarinet
Unpredictable like Chopper City
With a mean look like "Who fuckin' with me?"
I love drama like WorldStar
Lightin' niggas up like police cars
On-track like NASCAR
I can read your hands like tarot cards
Got keys like prison guards
I wreck the track like boxing gloves