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Let a ni**a try me, try me
I'm a get him gone like Illuminati
cause we ain't playin up in Chicago
30 make him yell like he in soprano
oooh let a ni**a try me, try me
I'm a shoot his face like a picture I.D
Let him know that we ain't playin up in Chicago
Lay them boys down like a lot of dominoes

Pop a ni**a frame like he was a garter
Run in his crib like Mr. Rogers
Flip his a** quick put him in gymnastics
B**ch we can go to war like we being drafted
Tell Lil Durk let's have a party with my lil shortys
We ain't getting drunk but they bringing 40s
I can murder with my fashion you niggas lackin
Bouta drop a body feel like I'm contracting
Better be rushing to the bank walking like a model
Yo man give me neck til' I feel his tonsils
My lil homie got the tech loaded for you bastards
Bet he touch a ni**a like say a pastor
B**ch I be slayin on my Kim K where my corpse at?
Youngest b**ch f**kin up these streets like my name was North West
My b**ches don't wanna talk like a case of Strep throat
We rather just get up on it word to f**kin DeJ Loaf
Bullets clear you out yo brain now you need a mentor
Blow a ni**a down like he in a windstorm
All I do is say the word they be running over
Kill a ni**a in a week call it that Ebola

And ooh
Way too many niggas focused on
Where I be at, who I be with and what I do

Take ya baby out like it was his born day
Leave her p**sy wet like we having foreplay
I'm really having sh*t that's why b**ches mad tho?
Have you ever seen amounts longer than ya zip code?
I ain't never had a problem with spending benjis
Lean up on myself, Rest In Peace to Pimp C
Got a pocket full of notes
Pay my shooter like D Rose
I could blow a couple G's
Racked up no double D's
May give him a taste, ni**a like Muhammad
He say it's the bomb but I'm not Islamic
You know I'm from the Chi where they bang corners
Heads up on the ground like we tossing quarters
Talking all that tough sh*t, that rough sh*t
You gone stumble up and get f**ked with
Can't roll with these weak hoes
These niggas sweeter than duck lips
Pulled up in that tinted truck
They gone smoke something like ***
Doing all that dickriding, you still driving that Hummer
I'm offended, stop pretending
I don't play about my blood like a diabetic
F**k niggas, something I don't condone
Swear to god, the only thing I'm waiting on

文本歌词

Let a ni**a try me, try meI'm a get him gone like Illuminaticause we ain't playin up in Chicago30 make him yell like he in sopranooooh let a ni**a try me, try meI'm a shoot his face like a picture I.DLet him know that we ain't playin up in ChicagoLay them boys down like a lot of dominoesPop a ni**a frame like he was a garterRun in his crib like Mr. RogersFlip his a** quick put him in gymnasticsB**ch we can go to war like we being draftedTell Lil Durk let's have a party with my lil shortysWe ain't getting drunk but they bringing 40sI can murder with my fashion you niggas lackinBouta drop a body feel like I'm contractingBetter be rushing to the bank walking like a modelYo man give me neck til' I feel his tonsilsMy lil homie got the tech loaded for you bastardsBet he touch a ni**a like say a pastorB**ch I be slayin on my Kim K where my corpse at?Youngest b**ch f**kin up these streets like my name was North WestMy b**ches don't wanna talk like a case of Strep throatWe rather just get up on it word to f**kin DeJ LoafBullets clear you out yo brain now you need a mentorBlow a ni**a down like he in a windstormAll I do is say the word they be running overKill a ni**a in a week call it that EbolaAnd oohWay too many niggas focused onWhere I be at, who I be with and what I doTake ya baby out like it was his born dayLeave her p**sy wet like we having foreplayI'm really having sh*t that's why b**ches mad tho?Have you ever seen amounts longer than ya zip code?I ain't never had a problem with spending benjisLean up on myself, Rest In Peace to Pimp CGot a pocket full of notesPay my shooter like D RoseI could blow a couple G'sRacked up no double D'sMay give him a taste, ni**a like MuhammadHe say it's the bomb but I'm not IslamicYou know I'm from the Chi where they bang cornersHeads up on the ground like we tossing quartersTalking all that tough sh*t, that rough sh*tYou gone stumble up and get f**ked withCan't roll with these weak hoesThese niggas sweeter than duck lipsPulled up in that tinted truckThey gone smoke something like ***Doing all that dickriding, you still driving that HummerI'm offended, stop pretendingI don't play about my blood like a diabeticF**k niggas, something I don't condoneSwear to god, the only thing I'm waiting on

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