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I'm KNO so fuck all the rest

Right now you rocking with the best

Hollow tips stuff all in my tec

Head shots don't care bout a vest

FGA my niggas up next

Mo money it's time to finesse

If a nigga want smoke with the set

Cap on your head like Michelle and Ness

Most hated I got em upset

Cause I got your bitch giving me neck

Niggas ain't us I know that they stressed

We got the clout now it's nothing left

I got your bitch and we having sex

Knock it out the park I play for the Mets

Pull up on your block it's nothing but death

I'm shooting threes I play for the Nets

I'm bout a bag

And I think that's why these niggas is mad

Any bitch you want I already had

Dance in the pussy I swim while I dab

Call me Steve Nash

Yeah I could shoot but I like to pass

If I catch a opp then I'm on his ass

Jason Voorhees run down with the mask

Run in your crib bitch where is the stash

And if you front get smoked like some gas

I want the money and I want it fast

My niggas come first your niggas come last

Don't call my phone if it ain't about cash

Boy I'm the shit think I got a rash

And I be flexing like Kevin Nash

Rocket power bitch I gotta blast

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