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I
got
ARP,
.556
and
.233
Bape
jacket
on
me
I
bought
two
it
cost
a
fee
Spent
two
bands
just
on
my
tee
The
bapes,
The
Rick's,
The
Jordan's
my
feet
I
got
a
pole
for
the
niggas
who
lurking
and
imma
be
smirking
I
catch
me
a
b
She
keep
on
my
grabbing
my
pants
She
keep
on
grabbing
my
(Phew)
She
think
she
touching
my
(whistle)
She
touching
my
clip,
cause
I
got
my
gun
in
my
pants
She
say
that
I
do
it
the
best
She
telling
me
that
I'm
the
rudest
I'm
cooking
this
beat
like
a
chef,
I'm
going
retarded
they
calling
me
stupid
This
bitch
ain't
using
her
neck,
I
told
her
without
it
she
useless
Bro
give
me
the
tech,
I
spot
me
a
opp
I'm
sending
the
nigga
to
buddha
Im
teaching
these
niggas
like
tutors
By
myself
ion
need
me
a
shooter
These
niggas
be
hating,
I
don't
give
a
fuck
imma
do
what
I
want
like
I'm
Rula
Yeah
Bro
run
down
with
Glock
19,
he
got
perfect
aim
Bro
shot
the
whole
group
7/7
that's
a
perfect
game
If
you
in
my
vision
it
don't
matter,
that's
a
perfect
range
I
just
seen
a
nigga
flexing
blues,
like
that's
a
perfect
stain
I
got
ARP,
.556
and
.233
Bape
jacket
on
me
I
bought
two
it
cost
a
fee
Spent
two
bands
just
on
my
tee
The
bapes,
The
Rick's,
The
Jordan's
my
feet
I
got
a
pole
for
the
niggas
who
lurking
and
imma
be
smirking
I
catch
me
a
b
Yeah
What
he
say,
look
He
said
K-a-e-d-o
that's
me
H-e-e-m
bitch
I'm
Heem
Yeah
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