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RT @RJFraire: Por Qué Quien Sabe Quien Se La Pasaba Cantando 🤣😩 Now It’s Stuck In My Head #GDL.

The game is off balance, I'm back on my shit.The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty.But that's how I like it, you all on my dick.I just poured somethin' in my cup.I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel.Promise I am never lettin' up.Money in your palm don't make you real.

I'm all in my bag, this hard as it get.I do not snort powder, I might take a sip.I might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip.I ain't poppin' no pill, but you do as you wish.

Niggas been countin' me out.I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips.I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list.I'm checkin' it twice, and I'm gettin' 'em hit.

Came up 'round sharks, so that's just how I swim.

Pop in a new one and let off again.Always knew we was gon' get our revenge.Aim at whoever ain't dead, I will win.You thought 'cause I'm god of this rap shit that I'd just forget all the sins?.Oh, how you wish.

I promise I don't feel a day over 20.They hatin' from some far away and it's funny.I'm clappin' at niggas like they owe me money.Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, click.

What's up? Niggas gon' put some respect on my name.One way or another.I work the whole winter to take over summer.They late to the party 'cause they overslumbered.Don't hop on it now, nigga, stay over yonder.I'm on Rodeo, I'm bummy.I'm 'bout to get fly like my layover comin'.

Caught a whiplash when they saw the whip pass.They like, "Okay, I see you, " bitch, how could you not?.I drove to CVS, copped a Plan B and I watched as she swallowed.Bitch, I kid you not.

Me and your squad is mismatch.Your calves ain't strong enough to follow his path.And you know the bitch bad if I brought the bitch back.Let the chick ride stick like I taught her witchcraft.

My destination is runnin' the map.I'll run in your trap like, "Run me your work 'fore somebody get hurt".Nigga, run or get clapped.I just wanna kick back, take trips, make hits.Make big chips, stack 'til they tall as Kristaps.

(Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience said.Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead.Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement.Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit.Dead.