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Four lines in my Fanta

They say it's worse than cancer

Slimy green bandana

My twin stay in Atlanta

These real tattoos no henna

My bitch bad, got henna

My car fast as fuck, no rental

That boy acting, Jared Leto

That boy capping, we gon get him

My gun keep clapping, round of applause for you

Keep lead like a pencil

You want smoke, we'll bring out all the guys for you

Twin, I'm gon die for you

Twin, I'm gon slide for you

Benz, burning tires, rubber

My bro, he a slimy fucker

Ball hog on my black trucker

Told hoe just suck dick, won't hug her

You know we come trim, yeah

Hedi Slimane, Dior runners

Hitting on this hoe, yeah

She want me, and my brother

We some codiene lovers, yeah

Keep my cutter, yeah

Draco talk, might hit you brother, yeah

You want to box, we don't box

Shoot this chop, smoke good Za

Exotic shit, got me popped

We get guap, got bad bitches on a yacht

Please don't play with us, we'll put your dumbass on Fox

You don't got no guap, then shut the fuck up, we can't talk

Fat ass bankroll stuffed in my skinny jeans, I can't even walk

Call my twin, let's pour some drop

Call my twin, drop bands on ya

Wake up in the morning like damn, I need some wok

I been balling hard for four seasons, bitch, check the clock

Russian cream or grape woods, I just hit my ock

Twin all in the field with sticks, like his ass play lacrosse

Yeah, bullets get to clapping round of applause

Had to tell that bitch ain't no hoe in me, I'm big dog