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[Verse 1: Luss] Ayo! I just wanna rap wit Em! Luss stay strapped with Mag-n-ums Rubbers got a pack of them, but I mean the ratchet I blast at them Y’all pussy sweet as apple gin, that mack on him’s no accident Shit happens when you crash into this rapper aftermath for them OK! Olay! In a Bronco like OJ Jordans number same month as may Guns gonna spray like back in the day Hat to the back wita Mack or a K Immaculate raps on the track, don’t play Act all vain but I’m dope, cocaine Spit hot flame, bouta blow, propane Jump in ya face wit a gun runaway Time and a place it’ll come some day I gotta pray, I don’t play Sunday’s But Monday come gonna spray, gun play Illest author, will to kill it proper, chill like Silk Tha Shocker Metal choppers spin like helicopters when propellin, off ya Melon popper, hot as sellin yoppers, speed like Dennis Hopper Spend like doctors, gwap like Cindy Lauper, bitch like Cindy Crawford Ok! No way!? And I stay cool as a fan blade Federal mandates like a bandaid on a gusha motha fucka and there’s no damn aid like [Chorus: Luss] OK! Ok? OK! Don’t play! Ya bitch!? Role play! Me flinch? No way! Bitch I’ma boss like Rick Rozay Hot like a lick at Chick-fil-A Rock on my wrist like bitch don’t play I don’t hear you dawg, what a bitch gon say?! [Verse 2: Tarek] Ok I got hits for days, gimme flowers in bouquets Ima boss like Rick Rozay, gettin money every way Mother fucker I don’t play, got the juice like I’m OJ Been the truth since Cait was Bruce n ima never go away Watch me do a show a day, mother fucker I get paid Living legend till the grave, never met a hoe I’d save You can get up my face, I’m not scared to catch a case Spray ya place make no mistakes n disappear without a trace Still up in this bitch you see, TNL made history I’m everything you wish’d you’d be, fuckin every bitch who breathed Indeed I feed off any hate, it’s the gas all in my tank I jus laugh right to the bank, kiss my ass you fuckin skank You been trash ya raps ain’t dank, you a gram I’m major weight I’m the shit n you just stank, ahead of the pack n you are late Run up on ya click n I start squeezin, I bring the heat in any season I don’t even need a reason, look at me n you start bleedin [Chorus: Luss] OK! Ok? OK! Don’t play! Ya bitch!? Role play! Me flinch? No way! Bitch I’ma boss like Rick Rozay Hot like a lick at Chick-fil-A Rock on my wrist like bitch don’t play I don’t hear you dawg, what a bitch gon say?! [Verse 3: Bobby Creekwater] Ok, nothing makes sense so I’m on defense They got a few slaps, that's the pretense They got a few maps, but they go nowhere You gon diss who? Boy, don't go there I don't play dat, if I don't like you man - I just say that And I ain't psychic, I ain't tryin to guess how you feel about it Fuck everybody, being real about it I'm the young gun, never on the fence like "on guard" The blicky make a nigga run hard, and it won't even give you a running start It's not fair that I should have to give you niggas energy When the child locks, gimme me finicky They poppin like they gettin' 10 a key But they really don't and they really won't And they really ain't cuz they really can't And their whole persona like a big prank See through that shit like a fish tank Only entertainer that the check blank Only come around when the money right And that's even if we have the same blood? And the title mine cuz I came for it And I'm kickin' ass cuz I trained for it (sansei) [Chorus: Luss] OK! Ok? OK! Don’t play! Ya bitch!? Role play! Me flinch? No way! Bitch I’ma boss like Rick Rozay Hot like a lick at Chick-fil-A Rock on my wrist like bitch don’t play I don’t hear you dawg, what a bitch gon say?!