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I gotta punching addiction, I'm on my seventh keyboard this week

If we start beef Saturday, he won't see next week

My fiend shot up twelve times today, I know her neck weak

She warm the needle up inside my crib, that's her technique

Bro pulled out a hundred blues, that don't impress me

I got demons looking for my targets, it's a X week

Pulled up with some fake percs again, and told him test these

Why's he talking to my MSR, like "you sexy"

All my bitches got an attitude, I fuck with boujee hoes

Twenty thousand in a month i got that serving door to door

My Fendi coat hold my MAC-10, this my murder coat

Told this bitch she better not steal from me, cuz' I murder hoes

Stomp an opp out, his face flat, he got a turtle nose

The whole gang work at Walmart, y'all the Worker Bros (your poor)

Kidnap a bitch and sell her pussy, I be working hoes

Just hit an ATM for seven hunnid', let me strike a pose

The police on my page, everytime the opps don't make it home

Apple working with the police now, I had to make a phone

Just bought a C4 from a Russian cop, then strapped it to a drone

When I called the jugg, I fixed my voice into a proper tone

"The payment didn't go through, you got to send it again"

I lied, I got the payment twice but I had to pretend

Send an opposition in the sky, had him gone with the wind

The second one wasn't really dead, so he tried to pretend

Little did he know we shoot dead bodies for fun

You don't get no respect from me if you die with a gun

That don't mean you own that Lamb truck, cuz' you driving in one

Everytime my killer lose his strap, I supply him with one

... That's cap, I supply him with two

Headshots run inside his blood, I ain't train him to shoot