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in bando i got hot chicks ridin that shit yeah with mando he smiling and i see em chicks don't play with me im too lit boy murder that verse like i shot 6 or 8 times i got hit bars im dropping like 8 lines im a trapper dont get mixed up in Atlanta i wish to be playing with em kids like im Santa back in the day we were hustling like we were wrestling no resting we arresting im spitin fire in mya mouth i dare you im in the South yoo yoo dont talk all that shit that comes out your mouth these haters try to know me a little they dont know they annoy me im trap god twist your leg till you tap out i never missed em sweet punch