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I'm getting way hotter than spicy

Niggas ain hard ain a nigga built like me

Broke boy shit nah never did excite me

Bitch to petty hoe tried to entice me

Look

I'm getting way hotter than humble

All My Niggas they came out the jungle

I been ready for war with rumble

I been serving that bitch like its gumbo

Look

How many gon hate on me

They used to pray for me

I used to feed all you niggas

I be saying my Grace, I been stacking my plate, but it's lately I'm piecing a nigga

And they know I'm a beast I get down in the streets so that's why I can't eat with you niggas

I stay with the bread and the beef for you niggas

I know you don't eat that why I'm feeding you nigga

How many gon hate on me

They used to pray for me

They gotta wait on my downfall

I be piping her up

She be throwing it back

I be back on the road like a outlaw

Oh that bitch is a 10 watch I fuck her again I be flipping her friend on a bow dog

Oh you fuck with that nigga like how dog

With the kung and the fu like a pow dog

Watch I get to the bag and residuals

Oh you fuck with that nigga I finished him

Yea I did it again I be killing him

Way I get to the bag it was umm yea

She want to fuck on me

She want to suck on me

She ain appeasing you niggas

Yea I made it look easy

I'm leaving him greasy

My shawty be sleezing you niggas

How I get to the bag and residuals

How I get to the cash it be killing them

Yea I did it again had to finish him

When I move with the tool I be drilling them

Said they fuck with the boy they ain feeling him

Im the one not the two I'm really him

I can do it gain to get rid of them

I bussing a move I be jigging them