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Rustie

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    We laughing at ya, talkin' bout doing this and that and
    We know you be hustlin' backwards, Electric Slide on rewind
    My pockets is looking like rerun
    I've begun to dethrone, you sippin' on that Seagram's
    Talkin' bout you gone kill somethin'
    Niggas must think they real or somethin'
    Go on ahead and pop a pill or somethin'
    You ain't fuckn' with me, might as well OD
    So after that one, take ten times three
    Danny Brown and that boy Rustie
    Got the game on lock like we changed the keys
    No you can't get in, but yo ho wore out, treat that mouth like police raid a house
    Bust all up in it, nuts all in it
    Brand new tenant, moved all up in it
    Cash no lease, this ain't rented
    Came back now, it's OG-scented
    Who the fuck you think ya'll is
    I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with no kids
    Back in 2003 used to post up and roll up bag of pounds of the mid
    Used to trap O.T. with the D, on the Greyhound bus one pair of jeans
    Touchdown in the city
    Like "Nigga where the fiends?"
    Now I do the same thing
    But it's with 16s
    Get money my nigga like I'm post to, if I don’t then I might go postal
    Back a nigga down like Howard tryna post you
    If you play around a nigga might smoke you
    Beware what you say in the vocals
    Hood starving, everybody going loco
    Gotta put a pussy nigga in a chokehold
    No joke that's the code of survival
    Battle Royale - everybody your rival
    In the ghetto everybody going psycho

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    I'm a maniac, brainiac when I'm aiming at
    Knock your brain out your hat when I cock that
    You can't block that, it's just brain out hat
    Stop that, you ain't 'bout that
    Send my lil' niggas where ya house at
    Couple stacks and a couple packs, put your daughter's fingers in a mouse trap
    Off that cause we on one
    Can't come back like you stole somethin'
    Nigga might as well, let me hold somethin'
    Before I take that and your ho for frontin'
    Pull up like smoke somethin'
    Zip of OG, might roast somethin'
    Pop a bottle, might toast somethin'
    Nigga keep hatin', I'mma toast somethin'
    Whipping out that Black and Decker
    Putting lean in my Dr. Pepper
    Chess shit and you playing checkers
    Hit ya chest, now for help ya desperate
    Mac attack on that ho shit, might ruck around, get your throat split
    If you don't know shit, better know this
    Fuck around, hocus-pocus
    You in focus, I'm a lotus, see the big picture stay focused
    Your ho look atrocious, my bitches look ferocious
    Breakin' shit, you can't coast this
    You niggas talkin' about practice
    Roll around with that acid, if you don't know start askin'
    Middle man be taxin', made a couple hundred, kept stackin'
    Know it sound like I'm braggin' but a nigga do get them racks in
    I ain't gotta say shit, tell your bitch to suck my dick
    I ain't gotta say shit, tell your bitch to suck my dick

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