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That’s fuego, Felix

Cage got that cold

I feel a stab up in my back, I got my killers coming back

I cut that coke up into crack, yeah

18, up in Harrods, no racks, yeah

If you suck it real good I’ma have to buy a bag, yeah

18, I was learning how to cook crack

Hit a lick and never had to look back (Back, yeah)

Hundred thousand in my bedroom just to look at

Tell me where it’s safe so I can put that (Back, yeah)

Louis squares, I got some lean inside my rucksack

Feds up on my case, don’t ever look back (Back, yeah)

She wanna fly away so I’ma book that

If I beat the pussy up, I don’t mean hook that

Yeah, let’s fuck tonight 'cause that’s a chance you’ll never get again

Just left the jeweler, VVS, my set is wet again

I thought that nigga was my dawg but he gave evidence

I spent some thousands on that pussy cah she heaven sent

Yeah, up at the stove, cover your nose while I cook crack

Me and LB hit a lick and then we never looked back

Had a shank and some bujj in my book bag

Tryna explain to my mother that the hood’s mad

I feel a stab up in my back, I got my killers coming back

I cut that coke up into crack, yeah

18, up in Harrods, no racks, yeah

If you suck it real good I’ma have to buy a bag, yeah

18, I was learning how to cook crack

Hit a lick and never had to look back (Back, yeah)

Hundred thousand in my bedroom just to look at

Tell me where it’s safe so I can put that (Back, yeah)

Louis squares, I got some lean inside my rucksack

Feds up on my case, don’t ever look back (Back, yeah)

She wanna fly away so I’ma book that

If I beat the pussy up, I don’t mean hook that

I done some crazy shit, I wish I never did that

If you was eatin' in my trenches then I woulda got you kidnapped

Shots up in his body, leaving holes up in his six pack

I see niggas goin' crazy just to get their kids and bitch back

I was the youngest trap boss so these niggas don’t play with me

Youngest zinger in my city, buss down, done it blatantly

I was goin' cunch, tellin' mummy that I’m at KB’s

It was me and Adz, goin' country, selling two of each, yeah

I feel a stab up in my back, I got my killers coming back

I cut that coke up into crack, yeah

18, up in Harrods, no racks, yeah

If you suck it real good I’ma have to buy a bag, yeah

18, I was learning how to cook crack

Hit a lick and never had to look back (Back, yeah)

Hundred thousand in my bedroom just to look at

Tell me where it’s safe so I can put that (Back, yeah)

Louis squares, I got some lean inside my rucksack

Feds up on my case, don’t ever look back (Back, yeah)

She wanna fly away so I’ma book that

If I beat the pussy up, I don’t mean hook that