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What Ima hit you
You better duck

Im a bull in a china shop, how the uzi spit
Who we with, bros with hammers and like too legit
I aint got any time for your
Raw raps from the place where the sits
He the mofucker always goose and shit
Stomp a rapper out, Timberland boots and
The left hand is what I you the with
The right is where I write all of the ruthless shit
Survival of the fit or my little boozy
My hands are of stone cut from that Madusa shit
Big gold chains, we was on shit
Still roll with the I stole the Gucci with
I punch you dead in the face so the music shit
The guns command though, Hollywood movie
Yall yall on some Lollapalooza shit
Let the beard
Yall are when I step inside the booth and shit
Cuttin cell roll on some sushi shit
are cowards, yallll only talk on computer shit
This a ritual, Im on my voodoo shit

Find out the realest (Vinnie)
and not quit
What Ima hit you
You better duck

Death dishonor, [?] blood yall are fake
I let the 4.5 blocka blocka I was [?]
Dead Sea the view from inside a grave
The dictionary definition of
Yall Germantown
Fat bull, but my pockets never out of
You a bitch, security lock the gates
The Vuitton bootleg, Prada fake
Im tryin to make the money that Madonna make
Eyes lie, Im surprised that you not with
Rhymes and one tape, record an in an hours
You a pile of waste, I see a and salivate
Cutting motherfuckers of, time to
A pounds of weightll force your heart to
Its Armageddon for you motherfuckers, lock the
Any bitch I meet that Ima copulate
My revolution will be met with Peter fate
Thats the reason the God is tryin to populate
I can tell you how the taste
The 4.5 you, sent you into outer space