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DOTS FREESTYLE REMIX

 

Uh

Stuff, stuff a uh

 

I stuff a Glock in my bitch pocket (Hey)

Bitch stop it skinny nigga, big papi (Hey)

I put the pedal to metal, we go Nicki Minaj (Huh)

One deep baby, can’t top it (Brrat)

5'9", with the stick I look like Big Papi

I keep a shotty, bottom bitches not harm me

How could I not be? Everything you copy, huh (Bitch)

I killed rock, now I’m sending bullets at you zombies

You never haunt me (Hah), niggas tried to Vietnam me (Yeah)

But I’ve been playing with pistols since you watching Toonami (Yeah)

I’m not a rapper, I’m white trash in a mocha body (Oh)

Ain’t no career, I’m just hoping Madonna adopts me (Facts)

I get it popping, fuck rock, bump Poppy (Brrat)

I put the stock in, I’m scheming, I’m not plottin’ (Hah)

These niggas steppin’ to me, end up Gianni Versace’d, nigga

 

Say, say

Do a feature for what?

Bro, I been dyin’ to kick it

I’m too big for my britches

I’m too rich for these bitches

Rich in spirit, not in wealth, nigga

Don’t get it confused, you feel me?

Again, do a feature for what?

(Like, like, what the fuck for?)

 

And you know that I’m afraid of everything

Written like a ghost stuck behind the wind

And you know that I’m a fool with the thing

Written like a ghost in the wind

 

Keep goin’, baby

Make me cry, nigga

Like, make me fuckin’ cry

Make me fuckin’ cry

We talkin’ about this story, I’m ‘bout to fuckin’ cry

We talkin’ about this story, I’m ‘bout to fuckin’ cry