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300 Blackout Yeah, SG ain't dead, but KTB got new motion, you heard? You wasn't never this Say, I was at the Marriott smokin' Black & Mild in the elevator Some niggas made fuc*** up decisions where no man can save 'em Everybody know me 'round my way, I'm a bona fide gangster Gunslinger, I let it off broad day, them niggas was pointin' fingers What the f*** I look like bein' a hater? I made it happy for 'em My lil' ni*** started touchin' paper, I was happy for him I was in the cell thinkin' I was comin' home to you and me How it was before they booked me, but how it's lookin', it'll never be how it used to be Come on, player I tried to spare you, I don't want to hurt you, but I'm 'bout to blank 'Cause loyalty is the fuckin' virtue until it ain't In the back of the Maybach, paper plates, put up the Dracs, we on a date I heard a ni*** got the drop to my mama house, but bitch, you late 'Cause she been moved, big house, swimmin' pool with a lake I'm on a private jet, just me and bae, we havin' dinner And, no, ni***, ain't no fuckin' beef, I just come and get you I'm 'bout my issue, I don't know 'bout you, but I'm gon' deliver I'ma pop my pistol, I'ma hop out, shoot, I'ma run, go get 'em And the lil' bitch say she ready to eat, bitch, you gon' wait Be with real killers everyday, we look each other in the face And steppin' on shit, I left my footprints 'round the city That's fuc*** up what they did to Young Thug, can't let them get me I was freestylin' this shit, I say, "Shit, I might as well just write it" I'm a one-man army, I don't need no clique, need no indictments I grew up in the judicial system, snipin' and fightin' In juvenile detention centers, incitin' riots In the studio, two nights in off a gram of that meth Water whippin' in my kitchen, sticks and glizzys on my shelf Treat the suburbs like the projects, turned the mansion to the trap house I was pistol whippin', lil' ni***, I ain't even notice, I just blacked out Fully loaded Blackout .300, a coyote one Kept shootin' that ni***, I blacked out, did it for my mama, her oldest son Everybody said I'm chosen one, the golden one The only one around my way done made it, safe to say lil' ni*** knowin' somethin' Yeah, I'm a rapper, I smoke Runtz SG, snatch and grab, walk a ni*** to the trunk (I walk your bitch-ass to the trunk) I'm at the Panthers Arena, I'm high as f*** My bitch lookin' like Ari and Taina all at once This Drac' gon' change a ni*** demeanor as soon I up Keep askin', I'ma tell you exactly who I done fuc*** Bitch, stay out your feelings, I don't be in your business 'bout who you f*** I keep a lil' swoop, as soon I duck, gon' get some new dust They at that bag, go get that sack all by myself Hit that intersection, I'm loaded up, I'm loafin' up Got plenty routes, different directions, I'm never stressin' And bitch, when I walk in this fuckin' room, don't ask no questions It's KTB, Kodak the boss, Kodak the blessin' Kill that boy, kill that bitch too, anybody get it Everybody get it Got gang in here, everybody with me Catch a ni*** where he ain't 'posed to be, you know I'ma kill him And a friendship can't do nothin' for me when it's 'bout my business If I catch me a ni*** throwin' up that Z, then you better be with me Catch your ass throwin' up that Z, you better be with this shit
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