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Cover Shot

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Cover Shot

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[JR Writer:]

Uhh uhh, okay

Let's get at 'em man, W-B 4, uhh (woo~!)

My fifth's on cock, so piss off ock

So kick on rocks, I lick off shots that pick off - cops

My whip all drop to piss on blocks

Jerry Springer ain't seen this many ripped off tops

Watch, the kid go pop and shit don't stop

I get those chopped, cripsy them my Diplo socks

Ha ha, I'm just so hot, your kid go flop

Third week I make 400 thou' just off Koch

Watch, me get off yachts, or shift on stop

You lil' hooligans can never fill the big bro slot

Big ol' glock, stashed up in that big ol' spot (where)

Right across from the lake where the ship gon' dock

This ship don't clock, my strip on lock, kick on knot

Drivin through bangin out that big Porsche box

Look, you lil' queers puzzle who ain't never near double (never)

Flip what, shit, you don't even ear hustle

A merry wheel of muscle, uptown, downtown

Out of town, around town, I put you where the ground's brown (6 feet)

We the livest dog, you better abide your boss

Only way you pullin out on me is if you drivin off (where at)

In your ride of course, fuck if you a thug or not (fuck you)

I'm from a gutter block, you will get your mother popped

Infrared at your head, let me see you duck the dot

All in front of the mag, and I don't mean the cover shot

[Fred Money:]

Blaow! It's too late for your will

My goons like sharks, they can't wait for a kill

Catch you makin moves, then I make you move steel

Underground like where they find them old movie reels

Doggie dog chill, you ain't seein no mills

Your neck turnin green cause your ice ain't real

Ballin, so don't get thrown like these bills

My bird in the bucket have that Mo' on chill

Stainless steel, the youngest in my whole crew

Always on known stoops or hoppin out foreign coupes

Got my watch and I wave it out the sunroof

Just showin haters that I shine like the sun do

Some do, shine but not like this one do

Stacks in my pockets, makin 'em look dumb hues

Tried to tell 'em that they fuckin with a lit fuse

Mission Impossible, and you ain't Tom Cruise

Nigga!

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