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Bitch,
where
you
at?
I'm
in
the
lab
I'm
in
the
trap,
bitch,
come
get
a
slab
I
got
the
hand
on
me,
put
a
hand
on
me,
get
slapped
I'm
sellin'
you
that,
we
havin'
bags,
sellin'
you
that
I
got
a
bad
bitch,
tell
her,
"You
mad"
He
ain't
my
opp,
just
tell
him
you
mad
He
didn't
get
out
it,
I
get
him
a
bag
Pull
up,
hmm,
hittin'
you
in
your
back
Rich
bitch
gettin'
hit
in
his
back
(Turkey)
Huh,
brr,
bitch
get
hit
in
your
back
B-B-B,
I've
been
big
in
the
back,
boolin'
I
can
get
murdered
and
masked
for
that
movie
I
can
go
slide
on
your
block
and
then
groove
it
Nigga,
I
move
it,
clips
like
Tubi
Bitch,
I'm
a
dog,
grr,
Scooby
Know
when
it's
time
to
party,
let's
do
it
He
had
a
shot
and
he
shot
it
and
blew
it
Nigga
my
junior,
then
they
queue
me
Know
me,
a
pack,
and
get
put
in
my
music
I
go
slide
for
amusement
I
go
slide
for
that
money
Bro
go
slide
for
a
Cuban
They
askin'
me
where
I'm
at
I
be
on
your
block,
that's
if
I
get
mad
I
be
at
your
bitch
spot,
her
and
your
bitch
Hittin'
this
thick
bitch,
hit
from
the
back
Yeah,
I
just
picked,
bitch,
I
get
'em
back
Yeah,
I
don't
miss
it,
he
get
whacked
Fuck
nigga,
pop
out,
where
you
at?
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he
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Ooh,
where
he
at?
I'm
on
the
block
Caught
that
boy
tryna
make
a
TikTok
Pull
up
to
Redan
just
to
catch
me
a
top
We
killin'
more
shit
than
fentanyl
Step
on
that
boy
like
he
bad
dope
Nigga
would've
been
dead
if
we
had
smoked
Gave
him
a
haircut,
shoot
at
his
afro
When
I
swing
that
stick,
you
would
think
I'm
Fernando
Tallied
my
phone
like,
"Ooh,
where
he
at?"
I'm
on
the
aisle
with
these
Kel-Tec's
Lil'
Fat
just
woke
up
on
bullshit
Tryna
put
a
nigga
on
bedrest
Caught
a
nigga
walkin'
with
his
earphones
in
Shot
at
his
headset
The
way
my
gang
pull
up
to
a
nigga
shit
You
would
think
that
was
fetish
She
like,
"Ooh,
where
he
at?
I'm
tryna
eat
cock"
She
work
with
the
opps,
I'm
like,
"Bitch,
stop"
I
don't
care
where
I'm
at,
I'm
clutchin'
the
Glock
Wherever
I
make
a
pit
stop
Told
her,
"Get
where
I'm
at"
I'm
in
Redan
tryna
catch
me
a
hat
Beat
a
rapper
ass
for
an
AP
and
a
Cuban,
a
matte
You
got
my
dot,
don't
ask
where
I'm
at
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