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life like I'm Scarface\nLeave a bitch sick, boy, I specialize in heartbreaks\nDropping red in the Sprite, this ain't a Shirley Temple\nShoot here, shoot there, I done ran through thirty rentals\nCaught him at the red light, he tried to work the pedal\nDog need a tetanus shot, hit him with some dirty metal\nFuck, get him out of there\nFeel like Jordin Sparks, three-five, bitch, I'm out of air\nGet the head, then I'm walking out without a care\nWhite buffs, mirror tint, boy, your bitch bound to stare\nHitting hoes, see more butts than an ash tray\nGoing out like Mike, bet I win it on my last game\nShitty charm bust and I can't forget The Lab chain\nHow I'm feeling, fuck an RT, I want that Lamb thing\nHow I'm feeling, fuck a mil' ticket, want a billion\nYeah, I heard his song, truth is, that ain't really him\nIf you ain't scam, fam, no, you can't get Jimmy BIN\nGroup of hoes see me, all I heard is, \"Is that really him?\"\nSpit fire in the booth, I only drop gems\nYou typed a tough-ass paragraph and did not send\nYou a role player, at the most, you gon' drop ten\nHardbody, bitch, I won't break, I cannot bend\nTwo hundred dollar tip to make up for my table manners\nPull up on your bitch, get in her walls, I'ma cable man her\nA hundred rounder, boom, boom, bet we made 'em scatter\nHe tried to run off and get ghost and became a Casper\nOn a Samsung punching Apple products\nBitch, you better shut up 'fore I scam your mama\nLet me talk my shit, lil' bitch, I ain't have a dollar\nPink Runtz, pink Triple S, yeah, it match the 'Iagas\nHigh as hell, blowing clouds like a comic book\nPull up with a skillet on the shh and we got 'em cooked\nWhole pack of 'Woods through, how the fuck that fronto look?\nShit talker, boy, this ain't got no hook\n\nHuh, ayy, ShittyBoyz","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.12] (Esko)\n[00:06.21] (No way, Hozay)\n[00:06.96] Huh, yeah\n[00:08.17] Heard it's snakes in the grass, I got a—\n[00:10.65] Bitch\n[00:15.61] Yeah\n[00:16.47] Heard it's snakes in the grass, 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