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I’m in your life, I’ma fuck that shit up (What?)
Is that your crib? I’ma wet that bitch up (Yeah?)
Pick up the shells, nigga, I won’t get caught (No)
You can’t find me, you cannot search me up (No)
2 Piece, shut the fuck up
You muhfuckas can’t find me, bitch (What?)
[?] that’s why I keep my muhfuckin’ ski mask on
Nigga, stop playin’ with me, fuckin’ with these niggas no more
That’s a two piece
Ayy, ayy!
I’m in your life, I’ma fuck that shit up (What?)
Is that your crib? I’ma wet that bitch up (Yeah?)
Pick up the shells, nigga, I won’t get caught (No)
You can’t find me, you cannot search me up (No)
So I’m going crazy (What?)
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
You cannot find me (What?)
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
Bitch, I’m from the south, got a gun everywhere I go (I do)
Pull up to yo’ crib, I’ll take everything you fuckin’ own (I will)
And I like your clothing, but I’ll turn them into bullet holes (I will)
You can’t track me down, every weekend, got another phone (What?)
You won’t find me on the white page (What?)
Keep my fuckin’ ski so these niggas can’t lurk (Yeah)
Now the industry lookin’ sideways (Huh?)
Talkin’ too loud get a mothafucka’ murked
I’m in your life, I’ma fuck that shit up (What?)
Is that your crib? I’ma wet that bitch up (Yeah?)
Pick up the shells, nigga, I won’t get caught (No)
You can’t find me, you cannot search me up (No)
So I’m going crazy (What?)
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
You cannot find me (What?)
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
Is that your crib? I’ma wet that bitch up (Yeah?)
Pick up the shells, nigga, I won’t get caught (No)
You can’t find me, you cannot search me up (No)
2 Piece, shut the fuck up
You muhfuckas can’t find me, bitch (What?)
[?] that’s why I keep my muhfuckin’ ski mask on
Nigga, stop playin’ with me, fuckin’ with these niggas no more
That’s a two piece
Ayy, ayy!
I’m in your life, I’ma fuck that shit up (What?)
Is that your crib? I’ma wet that bitch up (Yeah?)
Pick up the shells, nigga, I won’t get caught (No)
You can’t find me, you cannot search me up (No)
So I’m going crazy (What?)
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
You cannot find me (What?)
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
Bitch, I’m from the south, got a gun everywhere I go (I do)
Pull up to yo’ crib, I’ll take everything you fuckin’ own (I will)
And I like your clothing, but I’ll turn them into bullet holes (I will)
You can’t track me down, every weekend, got another phone (What?)
You won’t find me on the white page (What?)
Keep my fuckin’ ski so these niggas can’t lurk (Yeah)
Now the industry lookin’ sideways (Huh?)
Talkin’ too loud get a mothafucka’ murked
I’m in your life, I’ma fuck that shit up (What?)
Is that your crib? I’ma wet that bitch up (Yeah?)
Pick up the shells, nigga, I won’t get caught (No)
You can’t find me, you cannot search me up (No)
So I’m going crazy (What?)
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
You cannot find me (What?)
Graow, graow, graow, graow, graow
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