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109150\n  end_ms: 111020\n- text: So he say that he took somethin from me, know he stuntin\n  start_ms: 111020\n  end_ms: 112740\n- text: These niggas lie it all, like they say they gettin fronted\n  start_ms: 112740\n  end_ms: 114760\n- text: Made 50 today, and you can't, cause you bummy\n  start_ms: 114760\n  end_ms: 116550\n- text: A dummy, you think would play with the same money\n  start_ms: 116550\n  end_ms: 118550\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 118550\nplain: |-\n  Racks, pull it out, we got it on us\n  Strap, we keep a mask like corona\n  Packs, touchdown Green Bay\n  Ten bands, one play, I'm having green like a farmer (boom)\n  These niggas lie bout the shit they do\n  But tell the truth to Your Honor\n  These niggas trippin, tender\n  Losing their bitch like\n\n  Roll up exotic, don't roll up no bud\n  Fuck 12, we got the switch in the club\n  Don't talk to me like you're best friends with the plug\n  Don't talk to me like you be slangin them drugs\n  I'm straight from the bottom, still hangin with thugs\n  Criminals, please, don't throw no subliminals\n  Hangin with niggas I know who'll get rid of you\n  Strike em fast, lightning, Pikachu (boom)\n\n  We havin real racks, plentiful\n  4k, we goin digital\n  Opps, these niggas motherfuckin pitiful\n  Drop em, this niggas thought he was bulletproof\n  These niggas straight hoes, talking bout what he was finna do\n  Or talk about what he was gonna do\n  Niggas we right in front of you, Trap (boom)\n  Aye, okay now let's speak on this gangsta shit\n  These niggas talkin about in they raps\n  These niggas they living sucked up\n  Kick the door, live alone\n  Work the door at they partner trap\n  See I really did that pot in the kitchen\n  You give me some soft and I'm workin it out\n  No I don't have opps for real, these niggas cap\n  Just be hidin a bitch, tryna get them some clap\n\n  See really I'm chillin, got nothin but love\n  If you play with my pape, then we send him a bug\n  I been flyer than a bitch when I step in the club\n  Outfit, left wrist, total more than a dub\n  These niggas got pussies for real like a stud\n  That bitch told me I'm him, but told me you a dud\n  Think it's a game, run up on this gold\n  This drum let it out, that bitch sound like a bomb\n\n  The biggest mistake that since I had begun\n  I can't go out the house without cash and my gun\n  Try your luck robbin me, on my momma you done\n  One-on-one, better ask, I ain't going for none\n  So he say that he took somethin from me, know he stuntin\n  These niggas lie it all, like they say they gettin fronted\n  Made 50 today, and you can't, cause you bummy\n  A dummy, you think would play with the same money\n"}]