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I'm sippin' that Juan, readin' backpage catalogs

I be double cuppin' styrofoam

Bitches laid up in my arm

I came up and you fell down

Bust your head and you dead now

I pop some shots, you afraid now

I'm from 973, you a dead clown

I'm a fucking boss, so what is the cost, to rid you and run and get lost

I roll a blunt and take another sip

Leave your bitch with passion on her lip

Reload the fucking clip, that's it

All my shots will never, ever miss

My nigga you a fool, I'm bouta pop the nine

I make the bitches drool, Corona with the lime

Middle fingers up, bust a nut, I'm just sailing

Fuck the salty bitches and the niggas sippin' saline

I fucked her once and then I'll fuck her twice

Nigga please, for God and Jesus Christ

I'll pop a nigga, then I'll pop a xan

All my girls fucking Peruvian

Yeah, you silly just for comin' at me

Yeah, cruisin' round the street while I got hunnits on me

Fuck your bitch in the pool, man I'm a rubber ducky

I'll fry your chicken, niggas think I'm from Kentucky

(Don't let this bitch call me one more fucking time, I swear to God my nigga I'm bouta go off on everybody)

If this nigga call again, Imma be there with my friends

Doin' no talkin', shootin' as much I can

Poppin' nines, whip the Benz

All my lyrics fuckin' raw

Never catch me pullin' fraud

I don't even like to rap

But bitches like to hear it all

Thirsty bitches come and go, I went around tatted from my head to my toe

Use my thumb to hit go, my niggas go fee-fi, but no foes

Colonel Xans got a message

If you got some beef, go on and test it

I pop some shots, know I'm aimless

Gunpowder, hope you taste it

I pull up to your house, rollin' in the tree, messin' with a G

Call up and don't fake shit

I know I ain't a saint, nigga sniffin' paint

Give it time my nigga, patience

Talkin' shit, hope you taste it

Countin' cheese, shoot as I please

Rollin' up Dutches, I push all the trees