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I just snuck my gun in the club I don't talk, I let drugs talk She give top, grab her bun See opp I let gun off Inshallah go Junnah Text her off my burner That Karma come, you murdered Keep sake in my journal Whatchu' feelin' like? woah Put the bullet on his face like dermal Square ahh nigga he Urkel Fuck round merc you I don't wanna hurt you Why his jeans say "Purple"? I don't think he's worth you I'll show you what a perc do I'll show you what the lyrics mean I'm still rocking that true true No, I don't fuck with Amiri jeans Cause They too skinny on me Bad lil bitch she getting on me Call her "Whip" she creaming on me She like Top Kid stallin' on me And wait, what the fuck? Stallin on me Stallin on me Stallin on me Stallin on me Stallin on me Stallin on me Stallin on me I don't want you dying on me Don't fall down on me How could you lie on me? Then you gon' cry on me Woah, rocking my drip, my drip Came up, I done did my shit Bad hoe and she did my dick Woah, That's it, that's it Keep that, yeah, yeah, Is the mic on? DJ, turn me up, Is the mic on? DJ, turn me up, Is the mic on? DJ, turn me up, Is my mic working? Is my mic working?