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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas, say, can y'all hear me though?
Ayy, ayy
Top rank official, he don't step, then no, he can't get in
Spin through the three and hear a peep, I'm tryna go again
Just sent the hit from Victorville, they tellin' on the kid
Post-traumatic stress from this steppin', somethin' I don't recommend
When shots go off, they quick to say that it was me
Drop ski, it's not a skit if you ain't leave him in the street
I'm tryna see if brother got the heart to catch a B
It's smoke up in the air, so I can't let these niggas breathe
Niggas yeast, fuck your homies, free the killers, fightin' ten plus
Janky nigga, tryna smoke him over ten bucks
Pass the Chevy just to skrrt off in a Benz truck
Grabbin' niggas grannies if I ever get my bitch fucked
Shakin' back, I lost it all when I got locked down
He took a picture with my suckers, so we opps now
I tried to flush him in that Kia when I hopped out
Nigga tried to play me like a rapper and got knocked down
Would hate me too if I was y'all, you niggas life suck
I'm off the juice, you eatin' dick, then baby, swipe up
Popped him 'fore he got to hit twenty, he had a nice run
They tryna throw me half a ticket just to buy guns
Shadow ban, I had to stop the posts and poles up
Do the skit without my facial wrap, I don't give no fucks
You's a freak, then baby, let me see them toes touch
Used to talk about me, now niggas askin' to owe somethin'
Like a nigga know she fuckin' how she walk past
Hustle if I need to flip a chop', I'm finna call Sav
Broke bitch with bougie tatics, so that's all bad
Press decline, I'm stuck in some motion, so baby, crawl back
Starvin' niggas, wanna pop it, feed him shells too
Day they try to get up on my load, I'm lettin' hell loose
Ayy, just promise if they lock me, send me mail through
Trust me, if I step on a sucker I wouldn't tell you
Not gon' lie, they younger niggas make 'em look bad
Time to add some new ones to the roster, we done cooked half
High mileage, type of bitch I had to look past
Summer school, I had .357 in the book bag
Top rank official, he don't step, then no, he can't get in
Spin through the three and hear a peep, I'm tryna go again
Just sent the hit from Victorville, they tellin' on the kid
Post-traumatic stress from this steppin', somethin' I don't recommend
When shots go off, they quick to say that it was me
Drop ski, it's not a skit if you ain't leave him in the street
I'm tryna see if brother got the heart to catch a B
It's smoke up in the air, so I can't let these niggas breathe, nigga
Nigga, yeah, so I can't let these niggas breathe, nigga
Yeah, dead homies
Ayy, ayy, ayy
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