[Hit the ground?] fuck your [?] your fuckin' [door?] [Hit the ground?] fuck your [?] your fuckin' [door?]
True to the game, game, motherfuck the fame, fame When I hit the graveyard, I will be the one the game, game Skeleton bang, bang, my gun can do the same thing Gonna be mo' than bullets shells, droppin' in the Range, Range Body rot, body rot, see yo silly ass talk a lot Hop the whip, then I drop the top, poke yo ass, then I pop the Glock You're talkin' to a pistol (He chopped like a body shop) I figured out what could miss you ([?] partner went body rot) The D, the E, the A, the D, to the B, to the O-Y-S That's everyday, I drop it off and I evade I'm out the way, I'm in the shade I'm twistin' haze, I'm feelin' crazed My mind is glitchin' for the blunt smoke If it's a problem then it's gun smoke Mask on, trick-or-treat, I'm waitin' at your front door
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