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[verse 1: jacob watson & collin smith]
b-tch, i’ve been feelin’ like bane
breakin’ batman’s back in half
and then snappin’ his vertebrae
blood stains from your leaking brains
hit by ricochet
stay the f-ck away
b-l-i-p and the 519
yeah, squiddy on squiddy
and today you gon’ die
i can’t even see, ’cause i’m so d-mn high
do a drive-by, say goodbye
shoot you right between the eyes
b-tch, i’m not bi, i’m octopus
but i ain’t no b-tch, you’re just a p-ss
i shoot up your gang like sandy hook
paint the streets red like a coloring book
i don’t give a f-ck about nothin’
throw your f-ckin’ uncle in the oven
no, lil’ b-tch, i’m not bluffin’
fly like the dutchman
i’ll f-ck your mom and your grandma
your sister, your (cousin, yeah)

[verse 2: 519 kazze & collin smith]
i’m with the gang, better talk your sh-t
i’m with the gang, better pop your stick
i ain’t gon’ f-ck with that ho, ’cause she a b-tch
i’ve been steady on my grind
tryna stack these chips
why you talkin’ but you never sendin’ shots?
i ain’t f-ckin’ with her because she a (what? run it back)
why you talkin’ but you never sendin’ shots?
i ain’t f-ckin’ with her because she a thot
i’ve been stackin’ up my money, that’s guap
why you talkin’? better know we gon’ pop
i ain’t f-ckin’ with that b-tch
i be steady stackin’ dough
you talkin’ down to kid but you ain’t never want smoke
choppa finna hit ’em in the motherf-ckin’ dome
and i ain’t f-ckin’ with that b-tch
unless that b-tch gon’ give me dome
(i ain’t gon’ f-ck with that ho, ’cause she a b-tch
i’ve been steady on my grind
tryna stack these chips)
[verse 3: clinton smith]
race car fast
we gon’ smash on the gas
on the way to your crib
to put your homie in a cast
way back, ball sack, fl!ck flack, like that
finna up it at your face and see your brains go splat
red tsx, stole your ex, what’s next?
cashed a check, bought a shotty
blow a hole in your neck like a tracheotomy
now the ops are onto me
put your head in the fridge like my name is jeffrey
run back to the whip like a jew in auschwitz
then i dip like a redneck with a small d-ck
pull up to the crib, take a fl!ck of the whip
do a drive-by, crackle tune soundin’ like bl!cks
i’m 5’8, standing on my money, yeah i’m still 5’8
but i’m still eatin’ on a full plate
talk sh-t, get scalped, need a toupee
wipe your whole squad, go to work the next day

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