If it's a show down, the automatic shine, yours? flop,,, not mine
Sprayin until I see a solid red, like I'm a city worker repainting a stop sign
Your bitch treat me like a God now, it is what it seems pal
Said she like it quick n' easy, guess I made her not want the Cynic route
Revolver spin like some slicks, make it click &&& put you in a urn clown
Made it sequel but that smoke billowing up ain't from me doing a burn out
Talk shit and I'll find you fast bet money I keep it a stack
You'll see me up close on your front porch like that new doorbell app
I saw the mag sharp thinks your on the right path
Alias acts never lead to the road of greatness, won't gain enough weight to even make a track
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