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Randy Traylor
Randy Traylor
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My shooters squeeze like mustard Dirt his ass dust him Murk his ass rush him I heard his ass bluffing They say they want some problems Line them up rob them Where Waldo at, spot him Found him HA got him! Don't fuck with niggas, Ruckus Spin the block fuck it Bust the Glock buckets Smoke his ass dutches I'm up how you think you winning? My cup turn me to a villain Got it tucked it could leave you swimming No fucks we be sliding with it If a nigga switch on me then fuck him That switch on me leaving them ducking On Twitter they talkin bout nothing Imma hit them like metro don't trust him Said these niggas be lame they ain't bout it Imma aim for you brain and your logic On your top we don't aim for your body Make that chopper go sing they melodic Half these niggas showed up when I got it I was dolo wouldn't shit my pockets Riding solo they said wouldn't popping Your check in my photos I flexed your Deposits I'm flexing my chains I don't tuck them These hoes for the streets we don't love them Got a glove for that heat like a oven Put a price on they head it's above them My shooters squeeze like mustard Dirt his ass dust him Murk his ass rush him I heard his ass bluffing They say they want some problems Line them up rob them Where Waldo at, spot him Found him HA got him! Don't fuck with niggas ruckus Spin the block fuck it Bust the Glock buckets Smoke his ass dutches I'm up how you think you winning? My cup turn me to a villain Got it tucked it could leave you swimming No fucks we be sliding with it Want beef then pick and choose Got cheese straight pink and blues On the beach got different views I'm wit OG Boobie in the interviews I'm up I'll never lose Got too many revenues Ask about me I'm telling you I got clever moves that you never knew Seen my niggas hate they start switching sides I'm in different states crossing different lines In a different date was living different lives Diamonds in the face now it's different times Mixing lean with the lemon lime Seen the jealous eyes they was telling lies I could smell it on them like a breathalyze Didn't reckon I woulda recognized My shooters squeeze like mustard Dirt his ass dust him Murk his ass rush him I heard his ass bluffing They say they want some problems Line them up rob them Where Waldo at, spot him Found him HA, got him! Don't fuck wit niggas ruckus Spin the block fuck it Bust the glock buckets Smoke his ass dutches I'm up how you think you winning? My cup turn me to a villain Got it tucked it could leave you swimming No fucks we be sliding with it, No fucks!
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