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I wanna rap
Rap-rap

Knots in my pockets got bigger (Knots)
Playin' with the game like a fiddle (Yeah)
-- all the opps, I'm -- they sister
I'm no joke, I ain't tellin' no riddles
Drop a lil' guap, hit your block with a missile
Ridin' with a Draco, -- a lil' pistol (Brrt)
Shawty come to me, I ain't gotta go get her
Had a -- swallow my seed and you kissed her
Mob ties, leave your face in a pasta
Take a bad -- and I put her on my roster
Pedal to the metal, I'm goin' full throttle (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hit the red carpet and bag me a model
Smokin' out the pound, got -- by the bottle
Piss me off, everybody in trouble
Price on my head, I'll pay 'em double
We gon' send shots and burst they bubble

Got your career on my wrist, yeah
Can't nobody -- my --, yeah
Pills inside of my piss, yeah
Keep the fire, gotta ride with a blick, yeah
Whole squad got Rollies, don't tick-tick
Got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
Everything lit like BIC --
Saint Laurent on my --
YCFU, you ain't slick, slick
Pants and my jacket Rick, Rick
Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick
Had her backstage doin' whippets
They told me I'm gon' get hit, hit
Thirty rounds in my clip --
Turn your new chain to a lick --
Time to get back to business

Got a lot of problems I deal with
Talkin' 'bout blood, I spill the shit
Talkin' no cap, gettin' peeled quick
Over your body, I build --
Say you want smoke, get turned to a zip
Thought you was a man, but you turned to a --
Thought you was Blood, now you turned to a Crip
I'll get you whacked for half my 'fit
I don't what these -- want me for, that's why I'ma doubt 'em
I know when she get comfortable, she gon' do everything I allow her
I know the place I came from
I know they're still whippin' up that powder
I had too many chains on, so I left 'em on when I shower

Got your career on my wrist, yeah
Can't nobody -- my --, yeah
Pills inside of my piss, yeah
Keep the fire, gotta ride with a blick, yeah
Whole squad got Rollies, don't tick-tick
Got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
Everything lit like BIC --
Saint Laurent on my --
YCFU, you ain't slick, slick
Pants and my jacket Rick, Rick
Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick
Had her backstage doin' whippets
They told me I'm gon' get hit, hit
Thirty rounds in my clip --
Turn your new chain to a lick --
Time to get back to business