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Who you think you holding down with them pounds like a heavyweight? I don't just shit talk, I demonstrate We keep adjusting till the settings straight We gon' keep clappin' like we playing patty cake I'm like Phil Jackson, I win and meditate Niggas do dirt, hit the stand and go Ella Mai Yo' bitch on the team, getting D'd up like Shane Battier I close my eyes in the Uber, I gotta pray Window to wall, I know you ain't been to war Could tell by the way that you are The kitchen, it call, I whip it left hand like Nadal The right hand is pitching the ball We ain't hit it off, it's not that I don't kick at all But I don't wanna kick it with y'all My bitches be tall, I be climbing that tree like I'm Tarzan Swingin' from leaves in the garden Just 'cause you talk like a dealer, it won't make them feel ya Your actions speak louder than words My seed is the salt of the earth, y'all grade on a curve I flipped it for profit from words My bitches switch lanes in the Beamer, bring home heavy herb How dare you niggas step on my turf? My bitch don't eat dinner, I'm watching her weight and my words Window to wall, I know you ain't been to war Could tell by the way that you are The kitchen, it call, I whip it left hand like Nadal The right hand is pitching the– Ask anybody I know I set off any type of function, and that's everywhere that I go Even with a low FICO Ya girl say the credit good enough to beat it like a taiko Sentiment from anyone in General Mills Scratch the serial and send a man toast It'll hit 'em like a cinder block, I send a man quotes Literary or the physical, I send a man both Itty-bitty blade, no homo, it'll get a man poked Even if it didn't hit, I bet it give a damn stroke Ain't no fent up in the pen, I bet it give a man coke Middle-aged. 45, I bet it give a damn colt Y'all compliment backhand with target aimed I compliment with a backhand, I'm Charlamagne Even my droughts be a classic, 3rd Carter Wayne Ain't a card with a limit to charge the game Kick out the curtain, the pistol be twerkin' They singing off stage like Aretha or Kirk We gon' wet up the shirt When you come here, better have on all black or you getting returned I hold the hammer like Thor when I'm swingin' I'm missin' demons, I cannot be napping no more If you sleepin', my heart won't go on like Céline If you breathin', we gotta get even, the semi we squeezing The choppa step off of the shelf, got to feeding We workin' like Kenan, it's Sunday to Sunday, no sleeping in season Y'all gassin' 87, but 89 is the premium Who tryna stop it? No overhead, all that I'm makin' is profit Stop switchin' the topic, I'm checking deposits They checkin' my pockets, you go high enough, they start checkin' your wallet Now Huey got shot, Elvis died on the toilet I'm stirrin' the pot and for free they gon' boil it up Serve it up, whip it up, even re-oil it I'm drippin' like Goya, you never got out of first gear like LaToya You never got out of first gear like LaToya White bitches hittin' the ground like a horror I took my shot, now I feel like a Hoya Woosh Pop out, niggas act bad until I gotta pull the yop out Sell that Mr. Clean until I had to pull the mop out Heard it through vine that you ain't really what you talk 'bout Stalking other men is pretty weird, that's not a cop out All you do is yap, that's why your shit is never bought out Niggas makin' up shit in they head, they haven't thought out Certain groups of people get offended when they called out When I'm in the city with my **** and we ball out Chillin' in the bunker and I'm ready for the fallout You should keep it zipped if you ain't ready for the call-out Used to sip away the pain, don't make me bring that Scotty Hall out (Boom)