like the mayans, we seen ur days are numbered & u picked the wrong one
now the stock in my whip ready for icing like the cinnabon truck
ur fam tries to find you I raise arms like randy orton
Grocery divider, they see the stick and know to quit scanning for em
You so broke you be checkin the count in your checkin account
Like the man show, Girls are always bouncin soon as your credit comes out
You go from running, to passing - audible play shit
I don't gotta hear a pin drop to see a pin drop on your location
Money in the bank, the ladder crawling with cases
I’m taking you out when it ring like a call in the matrix
BAO! In your mouth like chinese food
The shotgun in my whip can pump your brakes like a driving school
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Defiant