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[Hook-Sy Ari Da Kid] (x2) Rap Game Fucked Up, Errybody Beefin Internet Gangstas, Errybody Tweetin Breakin All the rules, nigga errybody cheatin See he campaign, nigga, errybody eating [Verse 1-Sy Ari Da Kid] Real boss nigga, you don’t even wanna touch me Two dyke hoes barely even wanna fuck me Throw that old shit out the roof, this a new kid If I ain’t the best in Atlanta nigga who is Bet the root of evil that I ain’t brink hell Ask around the northside bitch my name ring bells Yea bitch I think I’m Konan You better get yo man Like look mam wale a finger when he got no hands Say its cool, I run with winners, and they hate to loose I hustle niggas like uncle Phil when he’s playing pool And you can get, we can go all day Cause the flow silky smooth like the zohan phrase [Hook] [Verse 2-Sy Ari Da Kid] Look god damnit you a turkey, and you lien Plus you got bad knees, Andrew Bynum Frontin-Ass rappers, these real niggas hate ya The only Maybach you know about is the end of April Sucka Ass you done let ya main bitch degrade ya Plus you got the sour face, like you bit a grapefruit Tee and L’s steady passin the weed Ricky like a mouse headed to the trap for the cheese Faggot Ass pricks, never getting daps from a G Type a niggas putting lotion on the back of ya knees Still cruising down the runway You don’t want the gunplay Kid ‘ll shut um down like Chik-Fil-A on a Sunday [Hook] [Verse 3-Slim Dunkin] Trap game fucked up, duckin the red dog A nigga life fast, call me Dunkin the Hedgehog Standin on the ball, with, with, with, them steel tuckers Whole squad fucked his bitch and he still cuffed her Two beans, lean, and the rosé All three, might need to check your pulse rate No co-pay, finna ball give a damn what the coach say I’m from the hood tell your kids don’t look up to me I’m the bad guy, momma told you not to fuck with me [Hook]