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Pour the gas like the match, I'ma get it crackin' Bitches shake they ass when I rap, I ain't fuckin' askin' Rapper get mad, cracker jack get slapped Why your money look sad, I'm on your ass till I'm in the casket I ain't bragging I'm just rappin' cause the bass on, straight on I'ma keep on blastin' till your face gone AR's, napalm, what else can I say on Drag you through the mud like I walk around with eight arms Bitch please y'all fall over with the stiff breeze I think this thing hold like 16 In one shot make the whole damn crowd run Unload the whole thing, that's a whole 'nother outcome I said Woah, it's been a hell of a road You can't get where I got, hell no How come you ain't done what I done? Better run, run, boy, you better run I said woah, it's been a hell of a road You can't get where I got, hell no How come you ain't done what I done? Better run, run, boy, you better run I said whoa Watch how fast the white rapper get they ass beat I never seen a dude run that fast athlete I think this shit has come to a head, acne You a big pussy like your boys backstreet Reaction channels always asking who I'm talking 'bout I'm just shooting shots, I'll be outside in the parking lot Motherfuckers can't rap and that's that I just pointed out and your bitch ass get mad It's kinda funny how your money got when COVID hit You were acting big at the shows you were opening Now there's no more shows, looking hungry and your clothes don't fit It's like y'all play the same game, I wonder who's the brokest bitch I said Woah, it's been a hell of a road You can't get where I got, hell no How come you ain't done what I done? Better run, run, boy, you better run I said woah, it's been a hell of a road You can't get where I got, hell no How come you ain't done what I done? Better run, run, boy, you better run I said whoa you
Writer(s): Vaughn Freitag, Adam Calhoun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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