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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
-ok
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
-ok
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
-son/sun na
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
- could have been fire, like perfume was not the finisher
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
- ok
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
-ok
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
- finisher was bad again
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
-cash is a dead wordplay
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
-ok
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
- too broad these rarely work