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Yeah, it's like 29 and I’m feelin' old, hey 40 in my mans (My man), 50 in my hand (My hand), bitches, eh Uh, outside your apartment, nigga (Hahahaha) I ain't no K-Mart shopper, but you’s a target, nigga (Yeah) Young Peggy, I'm heartless, nigga (Yeah, yeah) Too much shit on my mind (Haha) I'mma kill you regardless, nigga (Damn) I ain't even gon speak on that (Mhm) I ain't even gon tweet, I'll rap (Uh-huh) These niggas be snitchin' for nothin' (Uh) I can’t be shit with that (Brrt) I know these industry niggas ain’t never seen no trap (I'm not them) Bitch, I know genuine killers and they don’t fuckin' rap (Shh) These niggas be built like gorillas, but they can't fuckin' scrap (Nope) I hate you niggas more than I hate myself, self You fuck niggas touch my body I’m shootin', don't care if you act Get squad, I'll handle the MAC Set niggas up like, "Mhm" It's young Natalie Port That girl's been right next door You's a killer yourself, but you got no rapport Heard you be kickin' doors We made 'em kiss the floor, yeah I hate you niggas more than I hate myself Aus Songtexte Mania