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(Valentine, this shit go crazy) (Shark) Ayy, nigga, if it's up, this shit can go down Ayy, bitches, you gon' let me fuck? I need to know now In lovin' memory, R.I.P., he took the whole round 808, this bitch be stressin' me, I might need a whole pound I might try to speed up, she gon' tell me, "Slow down" Ayy, tell them niggas, "Ease up," try to bite my whole style Shit, I might need to grow up, I just had a whole child And, we gon' tear this city up, yeah, we burn down the whole town Like, shh, don't say it so loud Yeah, this a red zone, put you in the dead zone, uh I tell the DJ, "Bring it back for all the hitters in the cut" Tell 'em niggas run it back, they tryna spin right now Since I told, it's tit for tat, you gon' get it just for that I got some BDs in my city, they just take it, they don't rap [?] for them niggas, all cap Ayy, I'm too geeked, so, I don't nap They say we not, they postin' R.I.P. on the same app Been trappin' three days straight, he ain't even take a bath He ain't get to see his kids, ain't get to fuck his better half 'Cause this some shit they got to have I hear him talkin', I just laugh SongtexteThat same shit you flexin', I spent that in Saks Fifth Ave Nigga, I mean it was nothin' That lil' bitch you're lovin', she fuckin' That nigga you cuff been confronted by my cousin Then you try and sit back, you try and get this lick back, why you rushin'? Like, fuck it, that shit ain't nothin', we hop out bustin' I might try to speed up, she gon' tell me, "Slow down" Ayy, tell them niggas, "Ease up," try to bite my whole style Shit, I might need to grow up, I just had a whole child And, we gon' tear this city up, yeah, we burn down the whole town Like, shh, don't say it so loud Yeah, this a red zone, put you in the dead zone, uh I tell the DJ, "Bring it back for all the hitters in the cut" Tell 'em niggas run it back, they tryna spin right now (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'll paint my whole town (Oh), got up close, and hit they face (Got up close and hit they— Shh) He went out of town, it was out of bounds, I put 'em in they place (Put 'em in they place) I'm a snake, so, I don't got room for mistakes (Yeah), I'm off the waste (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I don't play, play, get 'em spanked, I need 'em gone today (Yeah, I need 'em gone today) Heard his venom in the K Know his venom in this Drac' Applyin' pressure 'til he break Was ready to die MIA This the kind to make him faint This the kind to make a nigga move his mama out of state Send her son out of space Make his [?] lose all faith He survived, he walked silly shots Make him drop where he pissed on Cost dented fifty-five boss niggas hang [?] mixer I'm a long, cross nigga I might try to speed up, she gon' tell me, "Slow down" Ayy, tell them niggas, "Ease up," try to bite my whole style Shit, I might need to grow up, I just had a whole child And, we gon' tear this city up, yeah, we burn down the whole town Like, shh, don't say it so loud Yeah, this a red zone, put you in the dead zone, uh I tell the DJ, "Bring it back for all the hitters in the cut" Tell 'em niggas run it back, they tryna spin right now Aus Songtexte Mania