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Yo, I'm in Atlanta, bruh

Hit me back, lil' nigga

Now, elevate my status to "Gucci bag us"

Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us

Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don't matter

And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up

Dead 'em from every side of the spectrum

Hannibal Lecter lecture, body part bone collector

Nosy ass hoes get punched in the septum

That's part of the woes for throwing salt like Epsom

Pardon my bros, kinda off the rocker and steps

Don't step, stupid, or you get slept stupid

East side little Route, Zone 6 vet

Showin' respect, a nigga forever in debt, but don't forget it

Anybody wanna see 'em, I can make 'em a believer

At your neck like Gillette, get you and the nigga next to ya

In present time they sayin' that I'm the next nigga

Woah, woah, that kinda sound like a death trap

Can't see the floor, elevator, where the steps at?

James Bond nine, James Harden with the step-back

No D, niggas playin' foul, where the techs at?

That's cool, wave the .30 'round, where the TECs at?

Better get back, better get you a jetpack

They shoot where the ref at

They shoot at your jefe

They leavin' 'em stank like Pepé Le Pew

They just put a hole in his Pepe

I go where the check at, Margiella Gorilla

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