.Talkin' down your own bro, sound like a dork to me
Want beef but you snitchin', sound like pork to me
Nigga thought that I was lackin', keep a torch with me
And I be rockin' with them shooters, they escort for me
Police say it's muddy, thirty shells in that whip
Wet bab, I could proba.
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