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Carti, I ain't gon' lie, my nigga | This music right here put you in a whole 'nother category | Hahahaha
Carti, I ain't gon' lie, my nigga This music right here put you in a whole 'nother category Hahahaha That's right, we can create our own genre From now on, don't box us in any category Yeah, Draco sittin' out the car, let's go (Southside Atlanta baby) I told Swamp go and get him some more Belt to ass, get way out the door, uh I'm a crack baby, ho, I was raised off dope (yeah, was raised off dope) Uh, semis and autos came with a scope Ooh, jumped out the pothole, add up the score Ooh, catch a body, get it tatted on your throat (yeah, yeah) E'rybody with me got two double-0's I'm a Southside baby, I'm outta control (yeah) I'm a Southside baby, got ice in my nose (Southside Atlanta baby) None of the opps rest, we catch 'em on text and hit 'em in the chest (huh) I'm treatin' this ho like a pest, she look like a dawg, tell the ho, "Fetch", ha Talkin' to all my hos, she talmbout tattin' my name on her wrist, huh I been bustin' on this opp ho, she live in the 6, I know it's a risk (risk) Niggas be poppin' that internet, catch 'em in live and take off his licks I ain't never, ever felt bad for takin' off heads and poppin' my shit (poppin' my shit, poppin' my shit) I'll poke a nigga up like we in Rice, okay, Carti off the shits Uh, smoke me a cig', hol' up, we back to the blicks (hol' up) All that rah-rah, pop you in your lips, get hit up with the blue tip Outside with the Fefe, we got us a eater, gon' fuck on the clique (a eater) Outside G-Shock, we got some re-rock, hol' up, what you tryna get? All of my cars got BBLs, gotta keep the wide body kit (yes, sir) We heard about y'all pussy-ass nigga, y'all tellin', we ain't tryna see shit The K on me is a felon, I'm aimin' at e'rybody jealous These pussy-ass niggas so soft, how the fuck you gon' rat on your cousin?
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