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She just picked me up and slopped me off
I just told her stop right here to drop the package off
You ain't really in these streets boy knock it off
Or I'll have my killers pull up and knock you off
I got that 9 wit' that 30 call me curry breeze
Hunnit' round drum on it wit' a fuckin' beam
Take that knife of that bitch, cut 'em like Wolverine
These pussy niggas soft they don't want no beef
Watch yo' circle wait for the bubble you know the time right
Auntie told me to stick to the money stay out the limelight
When you playing in that field know yo' 9 rights
Put a 30 on this bitch to get 'em 9 hype
I den' damn near touched a 10 in like 9 nights
Jumped off the porch, I forgot what that pine like
180 days stayed down, what yo' grind like
The only time I call so she can show me what her mind like
Imma' catch the bag she gon' get freaky fa' me
Don't talk about that bag if that bitch mediocre
I den' took this bitch and turned her to a stuffer
Take these thousand pills, get 'em to Kentucky
Spot hot as hell but we still trappin'
Bitch this off pill action
200 bands a week I got pills action
Slowed up but we still trappin'
Imma' hit da road I got 2 stuffers
I'm da quarterback I got a route running
Hand you this bag you bet not fumble
Coupe and street the mob I'm the head honcho
She sucking through the jeans she a head hunter
All I care about is them blue hunnits
I heard that you be Cappin' you don't move nothing
A.R. hundred rounds, it'll move something
Auntie call my phone said she got blues fa me
Nigga think it's sweet send him on the news or sum
Had to move the spot cause you know the block jumping
Go get the wood out cause you know the opps coming
Cause we not running nigga mad cause his thot fucking
Money real long like my clip I will drop something
Put the red beam on his face chicken pop something
Any beef that I got in I am not running Uuhh