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My Bro he pop on telegram Hit em up, he sellin' gram
Boy, he super fly, god damn Whoop it up, bout broke my hand
Bitch, ask my name, just say the man Came up from trappin', traffickin
Can't even kap, bitch, on demand I had four bows in my left hand
Say them drugs, he had them shook I caught your bitch like fish on hook
She hooked on phonix, no, she smart as hell Her head stuck in my book
Pussy ass niggas hang' with rats like Tom and Jerry
Lil' bitch starin' at my neck, got to blinging like chandeliers
Bro hit him with the shotgun, left him drenched, just like some beers
All my bitches call me Casper, f*ck em once they disappear
How the f*ck you tryna clear Sprite
Into a coca cola I got Wockhart baby, In my cup i'm a heavy pourer
Shit a knockout, baby, like it's Tyson with some perfect form
Not my lady, what you doin'
What you mean
Say she use the drugs, I'm like bae, I'm like, what you mean
She like, bae, I used to mix coke with the percs and mix with ketamine
Used to think we had some shit stuck up in common, I don't see a thing
Some niggas used to pour a robatussin' just to call it lean
Wait now that I'm thinking', y'all ass just some fiends
Remember I used to meet my mom outside to pick up collard greens
Uh, and I been outside ever since
Mama asked me if I seen the pills, I been done sold them shits
And it don't matter if I ain't seen a drill, I'm still on hold da bit
And Nero got a stick, hold 30 rounds, that Call of Duty shit
To be real bruh I don't give a damn
Pull up on him, drop em down
Pitchin' hard, I bought a mound
Speak on us, he meet the ground
Damn
Uh, he speak on us, he meet the ground