[Magno] Magnificent, I'm married to the streets for better or worse I better my verse, cause my chedda come first I might grab the mic, but still wet up your shirt Then pay for your funeral, leather your hearse I bring heat to make the world get stuffy, enough game To park the slab come back, and put your girl on a Huffy Yo Mag rock pearls, cause they lovely boppers-boppers Just love how the choppers shining, twirl on a Dully How you wanna do it, spit the tech or a jab You got screens, but I connect the Internet in my slab You ain't said shit, me and Mike wreck the collabs Fuck the hate, you can show us love direct with a dab And to let you haters know, I'm straight out the gutter I got niggaz on my team, that'll take out your mother Bill-sixty with the markers, my click be with the sparkles My wallet stay fatter, than Nikki from the Parkers Like I won't, shatter your sections I go from being a nice guy to fuck you, in a matter of seconds Pack a nine, just to find the haters And I'm passing shells out, like taco combined to waiters
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