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Okay. Alright. Trackhawk 1200 HP and tuned up.

Finna hit dead boy life, 'cause I'm tuned up. What up, Lucky? What up, buddy?

We just poured a four of Wock, this shit so muddy.

In a small pot, this shit so ugly. Bitch, I feel like 50 Cent, I need my money

Monday. Fucking around in the country.

A hundred for an orange, I got a thousand of 'em. I just met a bad bitch, she said she wish she found me earlier.

With two redbones, we finna have an orgy. That's a different story, no need to speak on that.

Bring the bitch around me, I bet she get clapped.

Set my kids up for life, I don't even need to rap. I just drove all the way to Tampa 'cause I need an act.

Let me pull off with the balls, bro, I'ma bring it back.

You niggas falling off, you need to clean your act up. I got it on me now, ain't got to call for backup.

Fentanyl came in and fucked the smack up.

Bro really changed his life, he used to whack stuff. We been getting tricked our whole life, talking about stack up.

A hundred dollar bill ain't worth twenty dollars.

You need to go to urgent care, you got pussy problems.

Damn, that shit for sure. Soon as I hit the A, you know it had to snow.

Shit kind of fucked me up, now I have to cancel the show.

Like how the fuck I'm in the TRX and almost smacked a hoe?

My peace sign came out, I done smacked the hoe.

Don't think I'm talking just talking, I had act before.

Recently, making beats in the club, I got grease with me.

First day out the feds, I had a piece with me.

I don't know what niggas trying to do, if they want peace with me, I'm just being prepared.

If I got that four-five on me, then I'm being scared. I can admit I'm scared.

Y'all niggas ain't never had to get and sit down in them chairs?