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White boy made this

Since Chase stopped hittin', nigga been finished
Shots wrapped tight 'round his ass, Lululemon
He ain't want no parts, but his mans put him in it
Blood, bro, like a Beyblade, he can't stop spinnin'

Who you think I am? FIFA
I ain't tryna kick it
I've had an open shot on me, and he still missed it
Bomb ass nigga washed up like some dirty dishes
Bad bitch cookin' up in a dirty kitchen
My lil' queen like Latifah, and you know she with it
Took a tester to my granny's house and let my auntie hit it
I heard there's money on my head, I'm like, "What's the ticket?"
Bumped into a opp, like what was said, and all you heard was crickets
All you heard was—, he got chased down with a fuckin' fully
Wait, we been spankin' the opp's ass, we look like fuckin' bullies
He survived, but he can't walk, he ain't recover fully
Now they push his ass around like a fuckin' pulley
Heard he got ran down with a Drake, they blew his hand off
Duck who? The opps catch me, and it's gon' be a standoff
Know your ass bogus, you ain't slide, you sent your mans off
His mama act wild, we told her ass it was his man's fault
Since Chase stopped hittin, nigga been finished

Shots wrapped tight 'round his ass, Lululemon
He ain't want no parts, but his mans put him in it
Lil' bro like a Beyblade, he can't stop spinnin'

Lil' bro like a Beyblade, he can't stop spinnin'

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