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  Narcos
  Bust me down, Pyrex
  Now this remind me of that hot boy shit
  That lil Weezy fore he changed his name to Wayne, nigga
  Might grow some dreads up out my head, pop out like Chief Keef
  Aint from Chicago, but Im guaranteed to bang, nigga
  Ima let you know, I dont give a fuck if niggas eight feet
  I still wont let a nigga play me like a lame nigga
  Nigga better go play with his lil kids before he play with me
  Im know to crash, so stay the fuck up out my lane, nigga
  Go with your move, you lose your life, you make the wrong one
  You the type of nigga snuck in with a knife, I got a small gun
  I upped this bitch at you and bowl a strike and make em all run
  And I hate to be talkin negative, but I gotta let it out
  If I leave it in, Ima catch a felony, nigga, boom
  Got a pretty smile and I bust a nigga ass
  I told my teacher I aint do my homework, I was fuckin half the class
  Cause I learned to do my math, cause I was fuckin half of my class
  I thought your class had thirteen hoes? That means I fucked six and a half
  I took that gas and mixed it with the weed from my Mexican, it was bad
  Take zip out of every .448 and invested in my craft
  Givin niggas my CD, but now you see me on the front covers of the magazines and the TVs
  They coulda seen me with a P.I.D., but instead they see me with the VVs
  BG, nigga, bling-bling
  I make them bitches drop it like its hot, my shit on repeat
  Make me mad, I dropped three albums in a year, call it a three-peat
  Keep on hatin, I fuck your...