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(Callaway, Callaway, Callaway)
Uh, ha, haha
Yeah, uh, yeah

Muhfucka you retired
Muhfucka you retired
Muhfucka you expired
Muhfucka you expired

I ain’t Kanye but I make it through the wire
Started rapping 13, now I’m making fire
Your girl want me that’s her only desire
Make your girl wet, put her right in the dryer
Uh, uh, I’m tired
Prada on me the attire
If you speak on me put ‘em in the fryer
I am the boss of the rap game, bitch you fired
Why is you speaking on my name, why you conspire?
Got that Gucci on me manе, I ain’t a liar
Dripped out my attire
Committed arson I just start a firе
Pulling out from yo bitch like a plier
Only can go up from here I’m goin higher

So I’m makin hits
Bitches on my dick
I skrt off and then go quick
Sell a couple verses guess they want me on they shit
Talking bout verses, bitch, I ain’t talkin the Bible
Muhfucka you is not wit me you is my rival
Opps on the block, what the fuck is you doin
Presidential bitch say her last name is Truman
I got all that money on me, who knew it?
Who doin it like me? No one

Muhfucka you retired
Muhfucka you retired
Muhfucka you expired
Muhfucka you expired

Bitch I was Lil Piggy but I made it out the mud
Take over the rap game drowning you like flood
Say he fuck wit me but for a bud he ain’t my bud
Kill yo family right in front of you, hear the thud (um, um, um)
Yeah I’m done (pah-pah, pah-pah, pah-pah, pah-pag)
Yeah I’m-