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Bitch I am on ten, this no
Game, I'm not fan
You know, Hop's back in here
Stay packin' heat, you runnin' shit, not
These can't pull off
What I do up in booth
I am too rude when I on you, don't
Act like you knew homie, I
Spent most of my tryna get
Here, do not get near, you feel
Fear in its form
I'm destroying you, I'm warning you

Murder!
Straight out the asylum
the fuck am I? Just think about it, can't define it
Say goodbye to any nigga you was with
I fucking hate the
I've been on trail like an invasive pirate, make you rise
Y'all can never slay
I've taking rappers and creating diets
Now they on the 'Gram tryna' it private
Hoping I put them in a bad position
They've been prayin' I don't catch 'em slippin' (Haha!)
You could build a buzz sick shit
But you better not come around me I can (Bitch!)
I've lost on the path of sinnin'
I just hope the Lord's gonna forgiveness (Sorry)
Keep your mind out my bag of
Else me and you gon' have a bad (Oh no!)
Ain't giving a
Adrenaline (Low-pro!)
hitting 'em up
You are lunch (For sure!)
A cynical nut, I'm get buck (Hoes know!)
They feelin' in love, my touch
I have 'em overseas, cryin' over me
I am openly a to 'em
See if I enroll the D I am gon' unleash a giant load of on to 'em
Look, I ain't a typical nigga you dealin'
shit is finna get rowdy, I swear to God it is a must (Yeah, yeah)
I've a militant minor degenerate ever since I was a
Little kid and kicking the mud (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a no telling who I'ma bomb when I hop on a song
I'ma lose it, it's in blood (Yeah, yeah)
I done got everything I ever wanted
But is it (Is it enough?)
You're mad 'cause your fans as loyal
classics again
Wrecking on you, it, man
Get the bag there is too much madness at hand weightin' on you
K.O.-in' niggas with the
my dick under the mistletoe
Don't forget the balls, lick 'em
This is Sicko Mode level, Travis getting on because

Bitch I am on ten, ain't no
Game, I'm not fan
You should know, back in here
packin' heat, you runnin' shit, not actually
These can't pull off
What I do up in booth
I am too rude I intrude on you, don't
Act like you knew homie, I
Spent most of my life get
Here, do not get near, you feel
Fear in its form
When I'm you, I'm warning you