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Yeah, how many hitters can stand the rain? is only a test
I told you it was
We in front of the scenes and in of the scenes
So you gon do now

Bitches wanna front on me but know not to to me
I keep ten glocks, ten rotts up in of me
Like they sumin', like they sayin' sumin'
I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or

My is like Louis, stiff eighty-four
Yours is Evander, seventy-seven slow
Thanks to Taebo, I'm and O
When I catch a knock out bring the cops out

Two for spots, I tear the rocks out
Pop the tops out then the spot out
Nigga or bitch, you don't want no
My is the quick problem solver

Don't never think I'm slippin', bitch, I ain't
I a stun gun inside of my hair bun
ass niggas, I treat you like a bitch
Strap on a fake dick and you where you shit

I got warriors that's three time
Leave ya body swellin', leakin' the melon
And it ain't no when the bodies start smellin'
Somebody took the story, it to Helen Kelly

The and thing you sing about, bring 'em out
Like I thought havin' a gun drought
I'm a millionaire, I ain't rhymin' for the
I'ma relax and let my get in the ass

All y'all niggas is straight parrel
like Banger make you swallow the barrel
Criminal, I ain't tryna battle on a ground or
Through make the hollows travel

I got Montana nines, tangled lines
Who wanna wine and dine Bris, get in line?
I fight like I rhyme, thirsty to shine
Can't mine, I'm one of a kind

Die slow, y'all niggas is dust pyro
You sleep with your eyes close, might as well be blind
See how much my nine hold my one
Dos tres to the cinco, reload, bitch

How you want it? Head or gut, you soft baby butt
When these Brooklyn niggas come
Their jewels tuck for what?
Intimidated how we hop out the
Or the S type Jag, y'all straight fag

This is for my niggas who never have shit
Ridin' around town with gun in
out the ten years but only had six
All the ghetto hoods with one bad bitch

This is for my bitches who never have shit
Settin' niggas up for all they
Love cats Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who it in they asses

Aiyyo, I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas I'm from
I ain't never tell no when I cum
I'm far a lame you will never see me run
You know how we do it, jump into it

Mafia's the gang, max out the
millimeter team, mack 11, mobs men
Who we ain't rich? Kim's bling cost a fortune
Queen Bee niggas shootin' crawlin'

now on, it's on when I catch you niggas snorin'
Any fresh event you can bet niggas
leave town, catch a flight in the mornin'
Get the cold out ya eyes, 'bout to die

Three niggas got beef, niggas got to go
Hit 'em all in the row like, tic tac toe
you start is where you finish at
Show y'all the meanin' of fam, dat

Yo, this is for my niggas who never have shit
Ridin' around with gun in masses
out the ten years but only had six
All the ghetto hoods only one bad bitch

is for my bitches who ain't never have shit
Settin' niggas up for all stashes
Love cats with and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who take it in they