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Fu-fu-fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase Pop a nigga then I go out my way Do the dash then I go out the way Ro-ro-rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face Pimp gon' be eatin' good noodles every day Bitch, I'm drawin' doodles, Tay-K, paint the way Choppa tear your dudies into fish fillet I-I-I woke up too moody, who gon' die today? Shoot a fuckboy in his mothafuckin' face We-we-we cookin' up, boy, you don't wanna go dat way Gotta go dat way, you get robbed for your rackades Gotta go dat way, boy, you not gon' be happy I-I-I tote 50s, I'm a shooter like Young Pappy Bitch try to rob, we make her dance, Michael Jackson We was plottin', y'all was tryna get the pack in Get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction I-I-I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action You want action, you get turned into past tense Your boys deep? Well, let's get to subtractin' Smith and Wesson made my 9 with subcompaction Fu-fu-fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase Pop a nigga then I go out my way Do the dash then I go out the way Ro-ro-rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face Fu-fu-fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase Pop a nigga then I go out my way Do the dash then I go out the way Ro-ro-rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face See it in my mothafuckin' face
Writer(s): Taymor Mcintyre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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