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(Bang that shit, Keyz)
Yeah, hah

Yeah, woke up lit as fuck this morning
Murder on my brain, I still be seein´ blood while I´m performin´, facts
Niggas hatin´ on Anti, but his bitch keep gettin´ horny
Frrt, switches stay on standby, I´m gon´ give your ass a warning
Yeah, Baby B from Wicked West, play, bitch, I´m gon´ rip your vest
Say, gang, can you get my TEC? Time to get these niggas stretched
Treat my blicky like a lighter, put the oppers out like cigarettes
One died, he couldn´t survive, that other sissy nigga next

I´m in that mode for real, so I won´t never fold for real

Bank account filled with them dollar bills, this shit might give you chills
Told my mama that we good, I´m havin´ packs all in the hood
Facts, spot filled with them ´bows, come shop with us, lil´ bitch, we good, huh
Can´t believe I got this far drivin´ in a foreign car
Come here, pussy boy, don´t run, I see you out, I let it spark
If I wreck this bitch tonight, can I buy another ´Cat?
If he move up out of town, I know where his brother at

Yeah, woke up lit as fuck this morning
Murder on my brain, I still be seein´ blood while I´m performin´, facts

Niggas hatin´ on Anti, but his bitch keep gettin´ horny
Frrt, switches stay on standby, I´m gon´ give your ass a warning
Yeah, Baby B from Wicked West, play, bitch, I´m gon´ rip your vest
Say, gang, can you get my TEC? Time to get these niggas stretched
Treat my blicky like a lighter, put the oppers out like cigarettes
One died, he couldn´t survive, that other sissy nigga next
Ayy, niggas, they be wack, we get cake and that´s a fact
Know my niggas gon´ attack, ffft, switch´ll rip his back
Bro put niggas in his pack, freak bitch, she gon´ throw it back

Get this bitch, man, she a nat, I´m gon´ get straight to the sack
I´m gon´ get straight to that sack, I ain´t cuffin´ on no nat
What you on? You smokin´ crack? This that gas, this ain´t no Black
Stay on your pivot, don´t get caught lack, these niggas that hate don´t got no bag
Bro look like Jason with his mask, yeah, he get on niggas´ ass

Yeah, woke up lit as fuck this morning
Murder on my brain, I still be seein´ blood while I´m performin´, facts
Niggas hatin´ on Anti, but his bitch keep gettin´ horny
Frrt, switches stay on standby, I´m gon´ give your ass a warning

Yeah, Baby B from Wicked West, play, bitch, I´m gon´ rip your vest
Say, gang, can you get my TEC? Time to get these niggas stretched
Treat my blicky like a lighter, put the oppers out like cigarettes
One died, he couldn´t survive, that other sissy nigga next