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(Sniper on the roof, we gon' blow you down)
(I be drippin' wild)
Back out the back of the trap, I swear
The nights won't catch me on (Yeah)
I was in track, pineal ring, I'm tellin' 'em what I'm on (Let's go)
41 In my lungs, bitch, I never hold my tongue, yeah
I came from a crumb, bitch, I'm really from the slums, yeah
Sniper on the roof, we gon' blow you down (Baow, baow)
Bad bitch tie my shoes, I be drippin' wild
Bitch can't look like me, D4L, oh
Jean Paul, new cologne, foreign smell, oh (Let's go)
We don't do no talkin', we gon' push up, push up, yeah
Put 'em on a shit bag, them Pampers pull-ups (Pull-ups)
Put that pressure on him, told him it's up, it's stuck (Fresh)
Yeah, she gon' choke on dick until she hiccup, spit up (Yeah)
Heard he talkin' while he smoke, think
It's a joke, leave him hangin' by the rope
We gon' treat you like a ho, these niggas
Hidin', hit his partner at the store
I'm gon' drip my uniform, I'm holdin' Saint Laurent
Codeine in my baby bottle, I take doses every morning
Back out the back of the trap, I swear
The nights won't catch me on (Yeah)
I was in track, pineal ring, I'm tellin' 'em what I'm on (Let's go)
41 In my lungs, bitch, I never hold my tongue, yeah
I came from a crumb, bitch, I'm really from the slums, yeah
Sniper on the roof, we gon' blow you down (Baow, baow)
Bad bitch tie my shoes, I be drippin' wild
Bitch can't look like me, D4L, oh
Jean Paul, new cologne, foreign smell, oh (Let's go)
Black boy, white boy swag, yeah, hop out foreign, tags on
Hop out just for bags, yeah, all my niggas crash on
Bad in the morning, how I'm gon' sleep?
I just was yawnin', I'm on three
In the B with the wings, don't need no key
My shawty on him, he gon' creep
I take my doses in twos
Eastside chopper, we gon' put you on the news
Put beams on my choppers, we gon' make
Sure we get your wing kicked (Yeah)
Free my nigga Tease, he tryna be the third big
Back out the back of the trap, I swear
The nights won't catch me on (Catch me on)
I was in track, pineal ring, I'm tellin' 'em what I'm on (Track)
41 In my lungs, bitch, I never hold my tongue, yeah (Let's go)
I came from a crumb, bitch, I'm really from the slums, yeah
Sniper on the roof, we gon' blow you down (Baow, baow)
Bad bitch tie my shoes, I be drippin' wild (Drip, drip)
Bitch can't look like me, D4L, oh (Yeah)
Jean Paul, new cologne, foreign smell, oh (Yeah)
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