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If I roll up in ur hometown…
My new gun'll catch a body. I’m up in ATL just to spray son
U’ll see the Hawk on ur chest Sooner than later...nigga this Trae Young
But if we’re talking drive-bys...then I got ur head in my range
So I’ma roll up & put a 'nickel in ur mug' cuz ur life is begging for change
My burner will send rounds down ur lane w/a bowler handle
So if sun rolls up...then I’ma let him 'absorb more heat' than a solar panel
U smelled the belt for a week but that'll all be a blur soon
To me a shipment...putting u in a hearse & scent in a box like perfume
Shit, if ‘Dy rolls’...it’ll be an execution cuz my straps realer
This stick will push ur shit back to the end of the table like a craps dealer
Put up ur wifey in a bet. Cuz if u really wanna battle, fuck it
By nightfall, she’ll be howling as I’m ‘doggin the walls’ like a shadow puppet
I got my arm extended to ur throat...nigga, ur soul’s mine
After '2 clips leave him hanging by a thread' like he ran into my clothesline
I’m taking bets & ur waving the white flag. Boy, u'll die first
Cuz we know where everybody’s Cashius...& it’s nowhere near Diverse
Stick bigger than ur family tree. It’ll clap till ur dome is blown
I’ll plant miCz & put his seeds in the air like the Bird Lady in Home Alone
Flow, JB & now Dy...I left all these niggas dead from the mag
I’m like a vendor collectin coins how I’m leaving w/ all these heads in a bag