As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend Real crippy since I hopped off the swing With my strap, that's my peace offering Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment Deadline my clothing, don't fuck with Pink Dolphin Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffin Most niggas would've run away, but me I'm out here walking Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome Now nah, I ain't no dolphin, fuck rhyming, I'm cripping Niggas rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring Doing drive-by's I ain't steering, white Peter Rose, I ain't tearin' Fuck your bitch, in front of your chil'ren See your whip side of my building, yeah Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there You die here, let of a pair Yak yak! Tyler, The Creator] Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga [Verse 1: Gangsta In Designer No Concept...
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