Heavy hitter s*cker, yeah
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Look!
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F*ck Meek Mill's, dream chasers MMG and whoever else affiliated with that bitch ass nigga
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Yeah, I'm about to body y'all
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Yeah, I'm about to body y'all
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Catch your body with balls, watch the body for,
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Then drop the body y'all
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I'm about to body y'all,
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Yeah, I'm about to body y'all,
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Yeah, I'm about to body y'all
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Catch your body with balls, watch the body for,
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Then drop the body y'all
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Form about the body y'all
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My tongue like a gun, it's time to let the slugs spray
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I've been made ray but I ain't runnin out the bug spray
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I've been made ray, but I ain't runnin' out the bugs spray,
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He been a faget, that nigga always way gay
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See he a man bitch, twerking on a main dick,
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Y'all, he grab bars, damn meet, but you ain't catch it,
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I infected, I'm too damn sick,
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They gonna have this, bumping like a damn zit,
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'cause this I'm tryin' to make a pudu fight the damn pit
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This the dog, but they ain't p**sy make a dog bite,
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I'm like high .. you a fog light,
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You can't shine 'cause your rhyme is just alright,
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I'm a .. nigga soft niggas live a hard life,
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And I will never have a off night,
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I'm always on my JO, this the second round keyo,
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I heard your diss, but that shit weak,
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And then you switch pis, that's the same shit I did on range
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This nigga soft like Plato, I spit fuego,
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My dudes is moving if I say so,
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They stay with toasters like the Ago
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Them dude sick they a tick a ..sticking your ay ho
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Ay yo, I've been hat killers on the pay roll,
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You were still playing with the lego
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I never walk fake air force once,
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I'm in the studio in Gucci's with air force guns
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You ain't nothing like us, I'm the nicest,
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I was jumping the sifest, when you was in dipers,
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So don't disrespect the grown man,
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'cause I cut your arm off and then smack you with your own hand,
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Man you said I should've died in that car crash
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Well I'ma soak you in car gas enlight the match
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You should stop writing raps 'cause your bar crash
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How you frog that slicking like cigar rash
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That, I'll burn to f*ck up, you should've been learned that I was turned to f*ck up
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You said I wear purple dickies with the due rack in the vibe XT
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But you rest like a true fat
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Type that shirt, squeezing your man breasts
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Tight those pants, looking like spandex
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You better stop or you'll get popped like the ZMX
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I'm still feeling myself, no hand sex,
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Yeah I wasn't there when the cops came,
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But how you know, you wasn't there when them shots bang,
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Them cats ready don't need no one when the cops came,
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I'm a f*cking G I'll show you my discovery,
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For real, I ain't take a deal on my man
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I took it the trial when they scrill on my name,
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You cold real going down and feel for you man,
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I've been hat skills, man chill you a fan,
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I'm still ill man, and you still a f*ck horny
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I think this nigga Meek Mills got a crush on me
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I'm going me I ain't worried 'bout your monky ass
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It look like this nigga wearing a monkey ass
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You trash, don't get gas, with your funky ass,
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You last like a year but you took a rear thou
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You table, why the f*ck without be scared to you
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What the hell you're telling cass with your knelling ass,
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My record five thousand zero, I ain't never loss, I'm a boss she's a rear though
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You try to act like you were street nigga, but you weak nigga
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You ain't might knocks and blacks the narrow,
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It's a lot of filly niggas that be extra ill,
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But you just a silly nigga with the record deal
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And you an ugly nigga tryin have sex appeal
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You arrive and yeah, and get the f*ck out of here
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I'ma put you on the Andre,
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it's f*cked up what you did that nigga lil and Kanye
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they was the same cats that came up with you,
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but you ain't break bread so they don't f*ck with you,
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you'll be rhyming all the time, like you bust pistols,
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but nigga you ain't got the heart to do it,
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stop talking stupid, I'll ride out, you need start to flew it,
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I'm tryin to keep the game alive, but it's hard to do it,
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Cause all these .. make garbage music,
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