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I'm a soon startler, baby, I need to see you when I miss you Too fast on my feet, never know Might come through like a missile, pistol packing Never lacking, I shoot when the time comes Niggas ain't never did shit to me, I drop just like a bomb Got it, it's just— Spooky, this is a Rackstreet Mafia Big Sip exclusive We get money, we ain't hurt for shit Trap is the extreme Babe, you lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna eat you up I'll never leave you alone, I'm tryna see you up We can't talk over no phone Did that murder talk, lil' nigga? Did that on, give a fuck, just do it with no mask on Nigga, drug hustle all I know, fuck it Post up at the store, I'm that quick, sir Get your ass quick, get my damn store All I do is show love, I show more than the owner But like, baby, man, he outta here, he came through with the potion I'm a soon-staller, baby, I need to see you when I miss you Too fast on my feet, never know Might come through like a missile, pistol packing Never lacking, I shoot when the time come Niggas ain't never did shit to me, I drop just like a bomb We got double O's on Philly, don't touch it, 'cause you a rookie Took some L's but they ain't never stop, I just kept on pushin' I ain't get to fight for no reason, why they hatin' on the bleachers? J's posted up, they fiendin' on the white shit 'cause they need it You can always put your trust in me, just pray my soul to keep Had to go and get my shit together and I'm controlling you Baby, man, how you rap like that? I put the flow on the beat Rap 'bout my life in the street Lil' bad shit, she came with me Hustle, take it to the sun-up Somewhere tryna find a cover I'ma bag you back, you tryna run up Damn, this shit sloppy as hell Poppin' rubber bands and shit I'm young and turnt, lil' bitch I done came up, they changed up, I'm committed to this shit Babe, you lookin' like a snack, I'm tryna eat you up I'll never leave you alone, I'm tryna see you up We can't talk over no phone If that murder talk, then I'ma diss that on you Fuck that, do it with no mask on, nigga Juke, hustle all I know, fuck it Post up at the store, I'ma quit, sir Get your son, quick, get my damn store All I do is show love, nigga, I show more than the owner They like, "Baby, man, he outta here, he came through with the potion" Dont talk about shit hood that Car got going
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