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Pushin' weight now up, I ain't talkin' 'bout fitness.
Keep a rack in my truck, checkin' off my hit list.
Maverick royal flush, I ain't bluffin', I end this.
Ten toes in the mud, fired up, I'm lit, lit.
Pushin' weight now up, I ain't talkin' 'bout fitness.
Keep a rack in my truck, checkin' off my hit list.
Maverick royal flush, I ain't bluffin', I end this.
Ten toes in the mud, fired up, I'm lit, lit.
Yeah.
Aggressive when the fire's on.
No less than or and more so.
No confession, though.
No, no.
My speakeasy's a unknown.
Then freak these keys, piano.
Kinfolk in deep, no Lanzo.
Our family ties like Rapun.
Jambo by the old claw barrel.
From the deep south, 'Bama beats.
Feet showin' teeth, unapproachable.
War on all my enemies.
If you crossin' me, I'm goin' off.
That's your tough luck, silly fuck.
I tried to warn, you don't want me drunk.
Bring a army when I pullin' up.
Pull it out and spill your guts.
We're a world at war that ain't built for war.
Zombies, house of a thousand corpses.
Let the bodies hit the floor.
Gon' kill 'em all with no remorse.
It's been official.
Been the boss, been runnin' shit like a marathon.
Bout it, bout it.
Bendin' curves, gon' get her done like a loaded gun.
Pushin' weight now up, I ain't talkin' 'bout fitness.
Keep a rack in my truck, checkin' off my hit list.
Maverick royal flush, I ain't bluffin', I end this.
Ten toes in the mud, fired up, I'm lit, lit.
Pushin' weight now up, I ain't talkin' 'bout fitness.
Keep a rack in my truck, checkin' off my hit list.
Maverick royal flush, I ain't bluffin', I end this.
Ten toes in the mud, fired up, I'm lit, lit.
Need to keep that pump in the trunk.
In the trunk, got the key to my phone.
Hundred round pump, I made it wanna go dumb.
But I will never run, homie, we don't ever run.
'Cause I'm headed to Alabama, what I'm guardin'.
I got the fire pack and I'ma get it started.
It's time to fuck the industry 'cause they been garbage.
If I die tonight, yeah, I'm sorry, mama.
Yeah, I walked in stompin', lookin' through the room, know I'm the shit.
Yeah, they tried to keep me out the game, I came back hopped the fence.
Faced all types of shit the devil threw at me to make me quit.
So I came back rappin' at these bitches like I need the rent.
Pull up, get foled up when he roll up.
Watch it ride through the woods, homie came in clutch.
Got the vacuum packed, new rock rush.
Wax pack when you breakin' on 'em, stick and touch.
Ten toes, got a pump for my dog.
Pull up, you gon' wanna call God.
Redneck sick dogs even think we the fuck.
And the police 'bout to think it was a hit job.
Pushin' weight now up, I ain't talkin' 'bout fitness.
Keep a rack in my truck, checkin' off my hit list.
Maverick royal flush, I ain't bluffin', I end this.
Ten toes in the mud, fired up, I'm lit, lit.
Pushin' weight now up, I ain't talkin' 'bout fitness.
Keep a rack in my truck, checkin' off my hit list.
Maverick royal flush, I ain't bluffin', I end this.
Ten toes in the mud, fired up, I'm lit, lit.
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