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[intro: summrs]
(run that b-tch, chico)
yeah
all that f-ckin’ dissin’
i’m the type to make them boys jump out your bushes with a .60 (grrrr)

[chorus: summrs & nbg fatty]
yeah, contract k!llers, put on they wig and clear the business (ahh)
i’m internet trollin’ goin back and forth yeah with these n-ggas (b-tch ass n-ggas mane)
that’s ’cause i need a cover to get blogs up out my business (d-mn)
they hit my dm tryna get me to meet with akademiks (i ain’t on that )
give a f-ck about that chain and ran that gon’ feel that mop (ha, bah, bah)
on the phone with these n-ggas, i was tryna get they f-ckin’ drops (aaah, these n-ggas drops)
i dm one these n-gga’s hoes, i’m tryna see if the b-tch go
they can cancel all thеy shows, i’ma get his b-tch to wipe his nose (slatt)
d-i-e, didn’t makе make they whole gang get on the camera and strike a pose
and my robbers cliquin’ up, it’s good, heard they losin’ on score (grrr)
punched him in his sh-t he was ‘posed to get his stick and blow (boo, boo, baah)
you can keep that jewelry, my n-gga, i’ma make sum’ hit the floor (facts)
i’ma make sum’ hit the floor, them .223’s gon make him choke (them facts, them facts, them facts)
check me out, they dead

[verse: summrs & nbg fatty]
i don’t want that jewelry back i’ma put them creatures in a f-ckin’ hot car (f-ckin’ hot car n-gga)
if i wasn’t one deep and i had my k!llers with me i would’ve said, “it was my fault” (facts)
i’m sayin’ like if the n-gga woulda punched in my sh-t and my n-ggas would’ve offed him (bah)
yeah f-ck your people but i’m generous, n-ggas would’ve found him in a coffin (hmm)
man get y’all big dawgs out of my dm’s, doin’ all that mothaf-ckin’ talkin’
too late to squash it i’m stealin’ n-ggas out there to go do the stalkin’
i’ma child of god but the devil talkin’ to me baby, to flip them crosses
i’m of pills and my n-ggas in the fields see they brains gettin’ nauseous (err)
yeah, yeah, i got a bald spot on my head i think i need me a new hat (hat, hat, hat, hat, hat)
give a f-ck i’m creepin up sayin’ tryna f-ck with that (yeah)
ive a f-ck about they k!llers get they drops and we gon’ switch ’em
they said they got them drac’s with banana clips, bet we still peel ’em (huh?)
imma f-ckin soldier mama i’ma make them n-ggas feel me (feel me man, you know how we do it man, you better than that)
all my people about drama, y’all done started sum’ serious
tell the judge im just a rapper don’t take the lyrics serious (believe it man, don’t take none of this serious man, this all, this all for entertainment)
[chorus: summrs & nbg fatty]
yeah, contract k!llers, put on they wig and clear the business (brrr)
i’m internet trollin’ goin back and forth yeah with these n-ggas (these b-tch ass n-ggas man)
that’s ’cause i need a cover to get blogs up out my business (huh?)
they hit my dm tryna get me to meet with akademiks (i ain’t meetin’ with akademiks man)
give a f-ck about that chain and ran that gon’ feel that mop (hah)
on the phone with these n-ggas, i was tryna get they f-ckin’ drops (if i get that f-ckin’ drop)
i dm one these n-gga’s hoes, i’m tryna see if the b-tch go
they can cancel all they shows, i’ma get his b-tch to wipe his nose
d-i-e, didn’t make make they whole gang get on the camera and strike a pose
and my robbers cliquin’ up, it’s good, heard they losin’ on score
punched him in his sh-t he was ‘posed to get his stick and blow (blow, blow)
you can keep that jewelry, my n-gga, i’ma make sum’ hit the floor
i’ma make sum’ hit the floor, them .223’s gon make him choke

[outro: nbg fatty]
brrr, yea we got a lot of switches on the back of these b-tches man
stop all that f-ckin’ instagram ass trollin’ man, that twitter ass sh-t man
yeah, we don’t even got that f-ckin’ social media man, f-ck man
at the end of the day, whole lot a ninja moves, slice one of these b-tches neck off, errrrr

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