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Uh, uh Bitch (I got 20 on my beat) I'm spilling this drip, you might slip on it I pull up, get the bag, then get gone Hit the bitch, then she dip, she pissed off You rather be that and not pissed on? It's a whole lot of sticks in my house, nigga You would've thought my family was the Flintstones I send a hitter off a flip-phone I'm a misfit that got rich and still pulled a kick on Yeah, I'm with the slimes, bro, I'm throwing them racks I see an opp, he get took on the dash I'm a chef with the beef, he get bullets and cake I'ma keep rapping 'til I'm in a wraith I'm turning up, so I know they gon' feel me I keep the Glock, so I know they gon' hear me These niggas just rappers, I don't want them near me It's beef on the 'Gram, but it person, they friendly Said they want war, so I'm calling my troops We get 'em gone, magic, poof Slide through your block, I might hang out the roof The heat always on me like I got the flute Hah-choo, who you? I hope you can shoot You got a strap? Well, bitch, I got two SongtexteConfronting your move, what you tryna do? Get sent to the sky, hope you like the moon I'm spilling this drip, you might slip on it I pull up, get the bag, then get gone Hit the bitch, then she dip, she pissed off You rather be that and not pissed on? It's a whole lot of sticks in my house, nigga You would've thought my family was the Flintstones I send a hitter off a flip-phone I'm a misfit that got rich and still pulled a kick on I'm messy, violence, diamonds, these bitches is hit Uh, these niggas pussy like kids I go everywhere with that Blicky All this power I got, they might do me like 50 Exotic bitch, she pretty Suck the dick, lil' bitch, don't give me no hickey He play with us, it get wicked We slide with .30's and .50's Big Slime, but my lane hit him crippin' He try to leave a opp crippled Perc ten, make him show me a nipple Her friend's trying to do a tip drill with my whistle They only hate 'cause they know I'm that nigga My lil' nigga gon' pop if he move efficient We drop opps like diamond ore And you, if you is wit' him, you can get it I'm spilling this drip, you might slip on it I pull up, get the bag, then get gone Hit the bitch, then she dip, she pissed off You rather be that and not pissed on? It's a whole lot of sticks in my house, nigga You would've thought my family was the Flintstones I send a hitter off a flip-phone I'm a misfit that got rich and still pulled a kick on (Bitch I got 20 on my beat I got Glizzy on my hip Me and Prince in this bitch, high as a bitch, uh-uh Nigga play, he get put up like a blimp, uh I bang the .5, but my brother rep the .6 Part 5? Yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh) Aus Songtexte Mania