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Rah, it's BKay you know

Boujie bitch, I was raised in the hood

Boujie bitch, I was raised in the hood

I know guys that are fully on violence

Bullies on road, wait 'til I get my license

Girls talk but in person it's silence

Pullin' out phones 'cause you're gonna need guidance

I know guys that put holes in bodies

No need to talk 'cause I sing like Roddy

Them girls fans, ain't original copies

I was makin' tracks while you were giving sloppys

I should drive through your hood like, "Beep, beep"

Shit, you woulda thought I was Noddy

You were settin' up opps as a hobby

Hat to the gang, to every Harry and Bobby

Your mans hard? He ain't catchin' no bodies

Your man peng? He ain't sexing nobody

You was running down flats by the oppies

Thought you was bad but you sing to the coppies

More time, if it's beef, I'm backing

Clapping, hands go up when I'm slapping

Heard that beef's on the menu

Punched that bitch so now I'm just bragging

Who's on piss? You're not, you're team tagging

Who's on shit? It's me, I'm team bragging

If I miss that bitch, I'm slacking

Tryna score points and I don't mean stabbings

Movin' ghost 'cause you ain't got power

Tryna buck girls in the dead ting hour

I should wet that bitch in the shower

Don't move delicate, ain't no flower

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