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Yo

Quick to up the tool on the fool

Now he in a pool of reds drool drippin' on em'

They like she too cool

But she get real cruel

Listen, look

This beat hard as my fit on my worst day

So I had to slide and put this shit out on my birthday

Pisces, but I'm spicy, flip a dime into a QP

Bitches testin' so I had to test my nigga 40

I don't need no stylist freestylin' on this beat

Big red stuntin' on these hoes so they ain't gon' keep smilin'

Straight from the bricks where my niggas do no talkin'

Only hit licks

Thinkin' I'm a fuck, but ain't touch one brick

That's crazy

Frozen niggas play, say your brains through the ozone

I don't need no nigga for no paper like you bum hoes

We don't do no talkin'

Not even on no pillows

That shit for lame niggas

And I don't represent those

hard times

Made a bitch feel hazy

That's why I'm goin' crazy

That's why he love my young ass

He said you other hoes lazy

0-4 baby only 19, but nigga we on go daily

Thought I was finished, nah let me pop my shit some more

Free my dogs, fuck them pigs and open up that door

Headshot, Leave yo brains spreaded like debris

Nigga what you call this if I ain't shinin'

Bitch you tried it

He say he nasty, I'm like yeah I seen your past bitches

Them tricks belong in ditches

I'm from the trenches, pretty gangster

Quick to up a tool on a fool

Now he in a pool of reds drool drippin' on em'

They like she too cool, but she get real cruel

I pull a pop out and I pop out on em'

Them hoes see me and they freeze too

They niggas starin' get to talkin'

Say that's that wicked bitch with mad rhymes

She cooler than my bitch and she a real dime

Your nigga cheatin' in his words and lines

And that's a real crime

I ain't even in my prime yet

And these hoes hatin' from the sideline

But they watchin' out for guidelines

Cause Dior the name on they headlines

Say quick to up a tool on a fool

Now he in a pool of reds drool drippin' on him

They like she too cool,

But she get real cruel