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[Intro: Tata & Jenn Carter]
Grrah, grrah (Grrah, grrah)
Everything dead (Bitch, everything dead)
4-1 shots to the head, bitch (Grrah, grrah)
(24 is the G.O.A.T)
On bro, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom
Grrah, grrah (Everything dead)
(It's Carter, dickhead)
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[Verse 1: Tata & Jenn Carter]
How you dissin'? Like four of yo' homies is dead (What the fuck?)

I send one of my niggas, kill all of y'all niggas
I see a opp then I see red (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
With this pencil, fill 'em up wit' lead (Damn)
Bend through the opps, I'm tryna catch em rec'
How you smokin' my dead and I don't got no dead?
They know my bop, Mr. Everything-Dead
She wanna come over, I left her on read (What the fuck?)
Niggas pussy (On bro)
I'm a veteran, niggas is rookiеs (Sit down)
Big knocker, you can't book me (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Walk in the party, and I got 'еm lookin' (On bro)
Nig-Niggas be runnin' they mouth on the media
I run into niggas, yeah, it's lit (Bitch)
Bitches be gettin' ahead of they self
I don't care if you pretty, suck my dick, grrah
I'm wit' 'Lato, rollin' up Gelato (Oh, damn)
Niggas pussy and opp niggas follow (Smokin' all deads)
They know it's forty-one ways to get paid
I got a baddie, she look like Mulatto (Grrah-grrah, boom, bitch)
Wit' the legs, drinkin' Henny, no chaser (Damn)
Bitch is dumb if she think I'ma chase her (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Don't wanna fuck, on bro, I won't make her
Put the beam to his face if he play wit' my paper (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Ayy yo, Preme, boom that nigga (Damn)
Uppin' the what? Remove that nigga (Damn)
I'm not into politickin' on the media (Brrt)
Ain't no talkin', boom that nigga, look (Grrah-grrah, boom)


[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
I be geekin', I tote on a what? (What?)
Shorty a thottie, she don't give a fuck (She don't give a fuck, like)
She be tweakin', she shakin' her butt (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run (Gang-gang-gang)
He-He dumb, he a bot
Bitch on my body, she totin' my gun (Grrah-grrah, boom)
You run, don't stop
You feelin' hot, you get sent to the sun (Yeah)
He tried to diss so we made 'em deleted (Gang-gang-gang)
41, and we still undefeated (Glah-glah, boom)
Get on the scene, make it hotter than Phoenix (Gang-gang-gang)
Michael Jackson, she want me to beat it (Goddamn)
She a baddie, and shorty conceited (Grrah-grrah)
I told her I love her, but I do not mean it (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I be geekin', I only see red (Red)
She like, "Jenny, you know that I'm fiendin'"
And you know I'ma keep me a tool, it stay right by my side, call me Nicki Minaj, damn (Like, damn)
Think he tough, now he in a garage (Grrah-grrah)
Rollin' up while she give a massage (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I'm too active, I turn up the spot (Gang-gang-gang)
He think he tough, he got shot on the block (Grrt, bow)
Please don't try to be somethin' you not (Grrt-grrt)
I'm like a chef and I'm stirrin' the pot (Yeah)
If he think he a demon, we showin' no sympathy
Like, damn, bullets is slippery (Bullets is slippery, damn)
I told niggas to get out the way (Grrah-grrah, glah-glah)
You and yo' homie get shot in ya face (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I'm a demon, you cannot get rid of me
Shorty be tweakin', the knock on her waist (Waist, like)
Not 41, better stay in your place (Place, like)
Like, call me Tay-K, I'm runnin' a race (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)

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