You try to flip mad rhyme`s
and your trying to make your self sound ill
You couldn`t flip shit on the tumbling
team I`m sick of your flow,
and your weak ass dro
If you think you can beat me,
come on dog be for real you going against steel
You keep on playing I`m a have
to drill you in the dirt you wanna beef
wit me and Lil Ceezy
I`m rockin da Gucci fit head to toe
I even got the gucci rubber in my doe
cause I stay in your hoe
Running you over wit the Honda Accord,
then I`m a choke wit my cable cord
I bet my bottom dolla
I`ll make your mom`s holla......
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