you going through it, you losing it huh?
my shorties eager to tighen your screws.
you got a screw loose you lil bitch faggot? you posting online about it? yo FBI papers on the fucking WEB YOU FAGGOT ASS NIGGA?
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Bitches chilling and then they sneak-dissin', I think they sorta confused
Please stop runnin' yo' mouth, that's how brothers go missin' and niggas get put on the news
You goin' through it, you losin' it, huh, my shorties eager to tighten your screws
Them blickys go off like alarms, but you ain't wakin' up if you snooze
Niggas be clowns, puttin' on shows for the media, I don't give a shit 'bout a muse
I won't forget 'bout that list that you sent, we gon' get you for frontin' yo move
My shootas some hell-raisers, come through poppin' bronze, they don't give a fuck ' bout the rules
I played the block, went on them juugs by my lonely, I had the 4-0 up in school
Fightin' anxiety so I kept spendin' my last on all the drugs I abuse
Down on my ass, they ain't give a fuck about me, I felt like I ain't have nothin' to loose
Now I'm in my bag, just tryna run up these millis 'cause I ain't got nothin' to prove
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WE GOT FUCKING PAPERS ON YOU
YOU CHANGED NIGGA