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    (Almighty God)
    This young nigga with me
    Really shoot like Trae

    I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s
    Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'
    Put a beam on every single weapon
    Send me the addy and I'ma address it
    I wanna start rippin' through your leggings
    You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe
    Want you to stop playing, you can get it
    Just send me the addy and I'ma address it, yeah

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    All I know is get the bag, facts
    I get money out the ass, facts
    You should see what's in my stash, racks
    You don't want it to get bad, oh man
    Really shootin' like The Mask, facts
    Runnin' through bodies like Mad Max
    Hoodie on, grippied up, mask black
    I keep it on me, get your ass back
    The niggas I roll with is not nice
    Hit a nigga in front of his mom, I swear
    Forty-two niggas gon' knock him down
    We can get the one, I don't know if he my height
    Yeah, half of these niggas cannot fight
    They used to call us dirty Bronx guys
    Now niggas' bitches send me heart eyes
    Niggas' bitches be sendin' me heart eyes
    I got a bankroll in every whip
    Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'
    Put a beam on every single weapon
    Designer clothes, I get it for free
    They wonder why I never go to sleep
    It's niggas tryna take me out my misery
    But I can never let them get me off my feet
    I put a Hellcat engine in the Jeep
    It's not a G-Wagen, yeah
    And I ain't really with the back-and-forth shit
    Just let me know if it's static, yeah
    Hangin' 'round nothin' but bosses, no losses, only W's, yeah
    My nigga don't even make songs and he got more hits than a baddie, yeah
    Turn my bitch into a brat, she got more double C than a Sabathia, yeah
    Had a nine-car garage at the crib, crib so big, I call it a lair
    I know you just wanna show off in my car, makin' videos flippin' your hair
    Girl, you gon' fall out of line fuckin' with the stars, baby, you is not ordinar'
    Niggas gon' fall out of line fuckin' with some thugs, nigga, get you right out of here
    Got a FN, it came with a scope and a beam, I'm ready, yeah
    (Almighty God)

    I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s
    Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'
    Put a beam on every single weapon
    Send me the addy and I'ma address it
    I wanna start rippin' through your leggings
    You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe
    Want you to stop playing, you can get it
    Just send me the addy and I'ma address it
    I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s
    Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'
    Put a beam on every single weapon
    Send me the addy and I'ma address it
    I wanna start rippin' through your leggings
    You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe
    Want you to stop playing, you can get it
    Just send me the addy and I'ma address it, yeah

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