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[Verse]
Young goat
This game that I’m boutta fucking run though
Too wavey I don’t own one boat
When I get a part beside me nigga donezo
Got a thottie Imma hit it like a drumroll
Gun throat neck flow cut their necks
They better cut my cheque
I’m too cold
Respect I do own the west
Or watch them [?]
But next to new gold
[?]
Congest, yeah they sick now
I spit wild
My spit knockdown a brick house
You spit mild
A sick child with a big mouth
Your bitch wild
She came through got dicked down
I just smiled I’m like
I’m gonna wipe their mind with bright devices
Why would you try my likeness?
Nice with the mind like a [?]
Sickest nigga in the game, Magic Johnson, like, uh
I gotta stay with the tribe
They gotta stay for the night
Bitches been pregnant alot
My shit is banging alot
I’m like a bagel on top
Bitch, I was made for the sauce
Never complacent I’m not
Focused on making the guap
Too cold, that’s two winters
If I feature on a song that’s two dinners
So ill, so rude, so punitive
Tell them niggas they ain’t ready for my newest shit, nah, ay
Bitch, I’m dumb and it fact
I turn tables cause I’m running it back
If I see red then I’m gonna attack
Bitch, I pull strings but don’t want ’em attached, nah, ay
I don’t want ’em attached
And I got a lot in my mind and don’t really want to relax
I heard ’em talking that shit but it really wasn’t that fast, yuh, ay
It could never distract from this
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