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You ask me what I do, I say I play for the gunners Pray for my brothers cause they stay in the gutters Face-tooking butters, men are stays with the shutters We were staying in the rubbers, ain't no place for you suckers They don't understand me, so they really can't stand me Ghosted on my block till the feds came and banned me I took a little L, now these niggas feel they run shit When we had your brothers running, I guess it runs in your family Matty's drive-thru, 10 pound chopper I'm a big face, I still run up on your hot squat In my moose knuckles, got me feeling like a hot shot I turn the Hilton hotel into a hot box Only rapper in my team, I can't do no ciphers All I know is choppers, bangers and a couple lifers Five jibs on her pinky and it's looking iceless Just to see the look on your face, now she's priceless Skinny nigga