Shorty went off for no reason , I thought she was going to blow up and then she just vanishedBut it's cool, we rollin up the black trucks, we ridin out, first stop gon' be, that slut, fukk five stars, tell em Keys is a galaxy, the Rap game's hungry, tell em that I'm calories, I'm sneezin at these bytches, fake chickens is an allergy. I don't get gifts, nikkas put me on the salary, now who is gonna pop off, go hard, not soft, I used your last mixed tape to wipe my niece snot off. I am an infection. How you gonna stop it? I'm all up in your blood stream, no antibiotics, they like Keys drop it, I'm like naw, pop shyt. Swagger is galactic. I'm a need a rocket. If bytches are responding, then I think they shouldn't. Leave there brains more gelatinous than banana pudding
But when I did play with toys it was Nines and Glocks.
Wasn't no Polly in my pocket, I was totin' them rocks
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