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[intro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (littfroy)
f*ck
you wanna [?], watch yo’ head, ayy, wa—, watch out

[verse]
any opp play ’round, they stamped, f*ck
any opp play ’round they stomped
two two lines of the drank, now i’m drunk
you was in the field back then now you aren’t
look at that time, my time has come
watch out for the snakes, i’m watchin’ my own
ever since i popped they think that i’m gone
take down a l!ck, that l!ck be strong
i’ll take one or two shots then i’m gone
hold yo’ head up, why you watchin’ your phone
i know you cap, i just gave you the cap back
act like you scared to hit a ho, i had clapped that
mini drac’ and an arp it got clap back
you ain’t do that you just come up with cap rap
i’m in new york, hang my head out the black truck
throw the drip on in the store ‘fore i buy it
b*tch, i’ma sit in the back i won’t drive
come to my tour, you could come see me live
any time twelve push up, push up with vibes
already know what you workin’
that za’, that sh*t look earthy
my autograph ain’t even cursive
lil’ twin havin’ bowls of turkeys
already did it, ain’t even rehe*rs* it
come to yo’ city, we linkin’ in person
you ain’t freestyle, you just stack up on verses
sh*t ain’t a game, you ain’t tryna’ versus
too many guns but ain’t sh*t nerfin’
shooter did a l!ck, but i thought it was worth it
take a n*gga down when i feel like i’m worthless
i’m the one outside, ain’t see a person
when i get some fine sh*t you know i’ma be scherchin’
she say i act like a whole ‘nother person
l!ck on li’ gang, nah, he better be workin’
hoes outside, all the eaters be lurkin’
turn the beat on, it gotta be blast
this ain’t no za’, this gotta be swag
run you off the road, you gon’ ride through the grass
this ain’t my face, i hide behind a mask
night time cookie, we ride through, geeked up
hop out the back seat, i can’t let my seat up
hit up my management if you want you a feature
lil’ twin play sports, we lit in the bleachers
ain’t even gonna’ cap, you can’t even reach me
spend too much money to where the t*shirt one time
stand around bl!cked up, everybody gunned down
chucky live over here, we always have fun time
heard a n*gga b*tch want me through the grapevine
hit a ho from the back, that hoe put her face down
lil’ twin been watching your spot, this day nine
why you feel like i’m a regular artist
[outro]
f*ck, f*ck

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