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There go that house on that block, that's a monster house
Need me some drank, I got a bad cough
Did me a lick, I went back to the south
Tom and Jerry tryna' capture the mouse
Yo' house unfamiliar, I'm mappin' it out
He ain't gon' shoot, I give him benefit of doubt
I believe in monsters, my blick in the mountain
He ain't gon' hit back, I bet I doubt it
I can't even see the whole road when I'm drivin'
Feelin' on another nigga ho, we was vibin'
Stick got a stomach, think it hungry
Geeked up, you tryna inform the Bumblebee?
Geeked up, you better stop playin' wit' me
Steal speakers out yo' trunk, it come wit' me
Nigga spooked, I think he need the company
Break in a house, ain't nobody ain't come wit' me
Cut off my eyes, it ain't nun' I can see
Cut off my mouth, it be hard to believe
Smokin' za, taste every weed
Nigga ass a bitch, ass a whole 'nother breed
Sheisty mask, I got COVID
You ain't gon' crash, you shouldn't have drove it
Show me that way to that trap, I done dove in
I told that bitch I'ma leave it no zodiac
Stole a bike, now I'm ridin' it now
Think he throwed, we make his eyes pop out
Ran off, and now I'm hittin' it bye-bye
Anything I took, I never brought it back
Nigga take some shit from gang, I get it back
Pussy playin' police games, he was that
Every time I shoot my shot, I'm real runnin'
Nigga done smoked him some za, he demonic
Smokin' this weak ass za, the beat jumpin'
Nigga shouldn't have told me pop out, I ain't see nothin'
Every time nigga get to spammin', he buffering
Every time I swing, I'm damagin' somethin'
I ain't let you run off, I'm comin' back
Stick in the passenger, two in the back
I meet these rappers, they lame as hell
I meet these rappers, they lame as fuck-
Nigga not the fuck they portrayin' online
I see the opp, we runnin' the fuck boy down
Wan' no lucky shot, but I got luck
Seen 12 come out the cut, I buck
I'm surprised she let me fuck I nut
I ain't have no map, I had to learn 'bout my whereabouts
Get out wit' fye in the wheels, it gon' marinate
I'm from the trench, I got up off of Section 8
Twin 'nem down the road, we some blocks away
Take the beam off a throwaway, giveaway

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