Instagram Comments Pt, 7

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I be gettin' this green, I ain't talkin' 'bout broccoli

I'm on the block and the feds tryna follow me

Nigga, a warrant? Get the fuck off of me

Shorty a demon, the way she be toppin' me

On the block, I be servin', I feel like XanMan

Step back like Harden, I work with the left hand

We got guns, we got choppas, we just like the taliban

Scooby Doo, I got the dog in a mini van

Slide with two sticks, nigga, like a snowman

I pop a perc, got me crankin' to slow jams

Nigga thought it was sweet, so we kickin' his door in

Got the white boys like, "Where's the coke, fam?"

Run up on his block, yeah, they call me the dope man

Who do I fear? Uh, no man

Niggas pussy, they gon' hide when the war in

Used to be down, now I'm up, fuck a ceiling fan

I'ma start yellin' so niggas can see me

He tried to be famous so he on the TV

These niggas hatin' cause they wanna be me

Nigga said he a shooter, but he on a PC

My vision so clean, you'll think it was 3D

Swim in that pussy, uh, Fiji

Shoot a nigga, I made it look easy

Talk out your neck, but lil' nigga won't meet me

I stay with that hammer, they callin' me Thor

I grab the strap when they knock on the door

My choppa a lion they way that it roar

So many racks, it cover my floor

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