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Yes (Woah, yeah), Killer Cam', Freefalls boy
Yeah, you already know on a Tuesday, fly to uh—
Fuck with me, Harlem (Yeah, got my—)
I promised niggas
I guarantee it, I put my stamp of fuckin' authenticity
Nigga ain't no nigga better than me on this planet I swear to God

Bitch, I'm on my shit again
I don't be sittin' around thinkin' of what I coulda been
I'ma do it now, I told my momma I'ma do her proud
I do what I what, you niggas do what you allowed
My dog blew the loud into a cloud
Your verses hangin' so of course they trainers threw in towels
Cole World, I got too much style
Designer or not, I just pulled your bitch with no line-up and Crocs
Where I'm from, fiends line up for rocks
Young niggas line up for Glocks
Talk slick, one-shot, aw shit, forensics outlinin' your socks
Poor decision, mortician, out pinin' your box
Raw pigeon, caught fishin', there's Chappelle's on the block
You think your 'bout to get this shit over-the-counter, your not
Ain't no prescription for this shit, you can't just dallop the dock
My nigga Wicked with the wrist, he whipped it out of a pot
From a Prada to rock solid, the counter to crawfish
You ain't gotta sell the shit no more, I got it on lock I told him

Woo, shit nigga

I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot
Cole never snooze, won't even stop my alarm clock
Shot the Ryan Coupe, that shit was scarier view
'Cause a nigga's worst fear is getting stopped by the wrong cop, uh
Or gettin' shot on his own block
That's why nigga's keep the chrome cocked, my pones cocked
Home's in three different timezones, it won't stop
Olympic level divin', bitch, I promise I won't flock, uh
This how it feel to be on top
I used to see fiends lookin' for crack like they phone droppin'
So fuck what you talkin' 'bout, I aim for the stars and hit, shit was a long shot
I'm trying get more bread than Patrick Mahomes got
Short-term vision, ain't gonna get you the long gots
Field nigga, used to cash my checks at the pawn shop
My second worse fear is sticking my dick in the wrong thot
'Cause child support supervision has gone out
It's crystal clear, bitch, I got the vision ya'll don't got

Yes (Stupid), yes (Killer Cam')
Here we go
I'm ready, I'm ready (Uh)
Been ready (Look), let's go

Homie thought he caught up a peculiar interceptor (That's right)
It all, I wasn't disrespecting her (No)
But I stood my ground, I wasn't with all the begging her
Knowing that I'm flee, or nothing I do is regular (Matter fact)
Matter fact, dude, he regular, on the regular
With the trappers, robbers, next day, hit the Senators (True)
What that do with us? (Us?) Can you move with us (Yes)
Then cool with us, then hit the stu' with us
You see my crew boo, yeah, it's only a few of us (True)
Sure you gettin' money honey? Now that'll make two of us
Thinkin' what I'm supposed to get, not all, most of it
Paper tax, bottom tax, no tack, you know I'm in
I don't know if you people noticed it
But niggas had to give me 6-feet before the COVID hit
Or he'll be 6-feet deep like when I unload the clip (Baow)
Early birdin' it, can of worms, you opened it (True story)
Go head hittin' on girl, still make her toes curl (Curl)

Killer Cam', and Cole World, you niggas ready?
Yes