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[chorus: tay-k]
fu-fu-f-ck a beat, i was tryna beat a case (gang, gang)
but i ain’t beat that case, b-tch, i did the race (skrrt, skrrt)
beat it up, where i nut? shorty face (lil b-tch)
eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase (gang)
pop a n-gga then i go out my way (skrrrt)
do the dash then i go out the way
ro-ro-rob a n-gga shoes, rob a n-gga lace (gimme that sh-t, n-gga)
we tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

[verse 1: lil yachty]
all that fake g-ngb-nging get you slayed
think you hard, you get robbed for your chain
n-gga sn-tch my chain, that’s a man down, mayday
in a race b-tch, always first place
nah for real b-tch, first place always
shout out diego money, mitch, and lil jay
sktddg, that’s always
free big reese, they’re tryna give him more days
never been shot and truthfully i do not want to
if she not f-ckin’, boy respect that she don’t want you
say f-ck the b-tch and keep it movin’ ‘fore it haunt you
don’t f-ck many, circle tighter than a bantu, let’s get it
hate these n-ggas, they fake weird and they fake emo
i’m ’bout my money, give a f-ck about your friendzone
these n-ggas tryna clique it up and run against me
i have respect but now it’s nothing else against me
had that truck buck, i turned it to a tar heel
she ride d-ck like a bike, wheelie back wheel
they say don’t f-ck your homie b-tch, that’s a no-no
i took my old homie b-tch and kicked it dolo
told my n-gga’s mom i’m sorry, yeah he still broke (bye bye)
but buddy got up in his feelings so it’s f-ck bro
she pop six, now she ride d-ck like a volvo
and snorting way more lines than a barcode
i’m not buckin’ but i’m ready with the -rs-nal
hit his chest, now his name in an article

[chorus: tay-k]
f-ck a beat, i was tryna beat a case (gang, gang)
but i ain’t beat that case, b-tch, i did the race (skrrt, skrrt)
beat it up, where i nut? shorty face (lil b-tch)
eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase (gang)
pop a n-gga then i go out my way (skrrrt)
do the dash then i go out the way
ro-ro-rob a n-gga shoes, rob a n-gga lace (gimme that sh-t, n-gga)
we tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

[verse 2: 21 savage]
f-ck a beat, i was tryna beat her face (21)
put it in your mouth, ahh, how it taste? (lil’ b-tch)
backend n-gga, that’s a 100k (on god)
four shows, n-gga i can buy a wraith (skrrt skrrt)
my street cred platinum, ain’t nothin’ fake (21)
pulled up to the sl-t walk with a k (b-tch)
you a internet gangster, i’m a ape (21)
young savage, zone 6, ea (on god)
hundred round drum hangin’ off the drake (pew pew pew)
instagram live got him k!lled broad day (on god)
you can have the p-ssy, i want the face (21)
i ain’t tryna cuff you, i don’t want no case

[chorus: tay-k]
fu-fu-f-ck a beat, i was tryna beat a case
but i ain’t beat that case, b-tch i did the race (skrt, skrt)
beat it up, where i nut? shorty face
eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase
pop a n-gga then i go out my way (skrrrt)
do the dash then i go out the way
rob a n-gga shoes, rob a n-gga lace
we tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

[verse 3: ybn nahmir]
f-ck a beat, i ain’t had to beat no case, n-gga
snitchin’ on lil nahmir, watch them bullets eat his face
if you loccin’, watch i’ll put you in your motherf-ckin’ place and
b-tch, you know i tote this glock, i don’t tote no .38s
on the block, b-tch i keep them locked
run up, you get dropped
f-ck the cops
go to 5-1-0, we sliding on the opp
that’s on my momma, keep a 9 like rondo
clip whole 39
turn his limb into some chicken, watch them bullets hit his fries
i’m the boss, i can’t take no loss but i’ll take your life
if you loafing in that prison then i’m sending that kite
whatchu think i bought this gun for? i ain’t tryna fight
try to diss me in a song, i bet my shooter get you right
if you talking, we pop up, we clapping, no need for that acting
say my n-ggas in love with that action, tote pistols in traffic
got it on me, run up and i’m sparkin’
shoot sh-t like i’m harden
roll a blunt, we shooting at targets
loud smell like we fartin it
n-ggas thinkin’, but it’s still free tay-k
i ain’t diss in him in no song, but yeah you n-ggas h-lla g-y
tryna start some sh-t up for some mother f-cking fame
n-ggas talking, i walk up and sent some shots up at they brain, n-gga

[chorus: tay-k]
fu-fu-f-ck a beat, i was tryna beat a case
but i ain’t beat that case, b-tch i did the race (skrt, skrt)
beat it up, where i nut? shorty face
eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase
pop a n-gga then i go out my way (skrrrt)
do the dash then i go out the way
rob a n-gga shoes, rob a n-gga lace
we tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

[verse 4: rico nasty]
i-i’m that b-tch, he can see it in my face
(see it in my face hoe)
freak b-tch he can see it in my face
(see it in my face hoe)
blew up my phone cause he said he want a taste
(he said he want a taste)
before you eat this p-ssy better say your grace
(better say your grace lil n-gga)
i’m in the front i ain’t know it was a race
(know it was a race)
lace front but my baby hairs laid
(baby hairs laid b-tch)
30 clip blowing off your toupee
(buh buh bow)
30 inch b-tch watch how i slay
(now watch how i slay) huh?
get dismissed i don’t got time today
(got time today)
anastasia my b-tch from beverly
(my b-tch from beverly)
it’s gon’ stay cause it’s urban decay
(it’s urban decay hoe)
no makeup on and i could still take your place lil b-tch

[chorus: tay-k]
f-ck a beat, i was tryna beat a case
but i ain’t beat that case, b-tch i did the race (skrt, skrt)
beat it up, where i nut? shorty face
eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase

[verse 5: young nudy]
you want the drama? we got the drama
for you and your folks, them (folks)
whole lotta guns, whole lotta chopper
whole lotta smoke for them (whole lotta smoke for them)
whole lotta mothaf-ckin’ yellow tape
you don’t wanna smoke with them (you don’t wanna smoke)
that’s about me, young n-gga from the streets
straight up pde (straight up)
shoot a mothaf-cka straight up in the face, closed case
n-gga, ask bout me
n-gga, i’m so gutta with it, i’m slimin’
young n-gga, i get with it (i get with it)
i’m with the sh-ts, is you with the sh-ts?
n-gga i don’t think you with the sh-ts (i don’t think you with the sh-ts)
do you got that stick? ’cause i tote that stick
n-gga, that’s some daily sh-t, yeah (daily sh-t)
i’ll pitaroll a n-gga if i got to (pitaroll a n-gga)
n-gga don’t make me pull this stick out, i might chop you (i might chop you)
n-gga poppin’ like some b-tches
go across your head and n-gga you ain’t gon’ need no st-tches (you ain’t gon’ need st-tches)

[chorus: tay-k]
fu-fu-f-ck a beat, i was tryna beat a case
but i ain’t beat that case, b-tch i did the race (skrt, skrt)
beat it up, where i nut? shorty face
eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase
pop a n-gga then i go out my way (skrrrt)
do the dash then i go out the way
rob a n-gga shoes, rob a n-gga lace
we tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

[verse 6: montana of 300]
i just, i just beat another gun case
now i can do shows outside the united states
i got sh-t locked it in the a motherf-cking safe
paper on paper like a n-gga tryna trace
gorillas with me and they love me they gone spray
but imma say i pray this cake don’t turn my apes up into snakes. let me find out i will not miss you i’m not case
cause i’m gone shoot you right up in your f-ckin’ face f-ck
n-ggas always run they mouth and wanna hate
i’m taking all them b-tches out elimi-date
get outta line i bet this .40 set him straight
this b-tch got kick, free my n-gga kevin gates
my gun be singing, it be spittin’ like its drake
mashed potato on the barrel, then i spit after it bake
campaign, champagne when this .30 pop off
.40 bang blood drippin’ down his clothes, scott hall
and you know i’m squeezing triggers until all my opps fall
for life, i got bars; i’m not ray, i’m not claude
and my broski ‘nem up next like i’m lonzo, i ball
eating good and i put that on everything hot sauce, don’t act like i’m not god hope my flow is not flawed
every bar is rock hard, b-tch my lyrics drop jaws

[chorus: tay-k]
f-ck a beat, i was tryna beat a case
but i ain’t beat that case, b-tch i did the race (skrt, skrt)
beat it up, where i nut? shorty face
eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase
pop a n-gga then i go out my way (skrrrt)
do the dash then i go out the way
rob a n-gga shoes, rob a n-gga lace
we tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

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