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Chorus: Lil' Wyte
(sniff sniff) Don't be fkin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fkin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fkin wit these killers on that good dope
(sniff sniff) Don't be fkin wit these killers on that good dope
Getcha dawgs off me move b*tch, Getcha dawgs off me move b*tch
Getcha dawgs off me move b*tch, Getcha dawgs off me move b*tch
Getcha dawgs off me move b*tch, Getcha dawgs off me move b*tch
Lil' Wyte
This Is a lyrical InvenTION, rollin wit some big GUNS
Mystical attenTION, sudden comprehenSION
Rollin wit a fine ho, don't hate cuz she mine yo
All you cheesy chicken heads can catch up wit yo kind ho
I can make a hit yo, do you really want it no
I'm gonna be up in yo head till I make you sick whoa
I represent in the bay, could give a fk what you say
All the minors wishin to be made cuz they to young to play
I can break yo bone oww, I can pull a ? bloaw
I can have you screamin telling me when you gonna come now
This will make your heart stop, have you reaching for your glock
This series countinues as I got plenty mo in my stock
I'm crunker than the club how? 5th of palmason? Wow
Catch me at the hotel smoked out stealin all the towels
Yall girls aint fading me when you act disgracefully
I cant help it you're a discruntful employee hatin me
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Lil' Wyte
Now put this in yo mind, keep it close behind
All the fatal memorys you've encountered in your hands of time
I Like to get high I get drunk and I might let it slide
Catch me on a xanax different atmosphere, it's do or die
Walkin in the club fked up, mission to take yo b*tch
Hopin you gonna speak of one word, when I approach yo b*tch
you say she don't suck d*ck but I bet I can tha b*tch
Jus fkin wit ya, got my own, I really don't want yo b*tch
Nothin but mumblin, and I'm stumbling, but im a keep on tha bumpin
And I bet this gotcha caprice classic trunk fkin rumblin
fkin wit me getcha trampled, lemon lane is an example
He got beat down by these dogs, and all he got was just a sample
But now I'm on my way to better thangs,
then we're runnin up out the club with the glock c*cked,
Slangin' maryjane.
I got a well focused head and well educated brain
And plus my vision see clearer than x-ray glasses main
So fk you mean?
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Lil' Wyte
last time in telling ya lyrically beat ya
Standin ovation, I'm comin to seat ya
I was tryin to pull 40 hours To California to defeat ya
Creatya beatya but I aint scared, rippin out a patch of hair
Tryin to convince me that you crazy, verbally this isn't fair
Ask me if I fkin care, shut the fk up breathe your air
Didn't ask you to open yo mouth, don't make me come over there
Platinum products get dropped daily up out this facility
Ill drop my s**t on ya thinking everywhere ya feelin me
Watch me come up out the grave and capture yo security
Beat ya down like you stole something and thats for fkin wit me
Make ya s**t yo pants so bad that you can plead insanity
Have you strapped in a straight jacket yackin bout yo family
Really cause and effect is what gets us in these crooked binds
Plus the lack of respect or neglect towards these simple minds
Keep the system tickin, itchin, For corruption on the rise
I'm getting tired of sittin here, and you can see it in my eyes