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Uh, uh, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, uh, what you sayin', bro?
Uh, uh, yeah, uh
I ain't know that I was doin' wrong 'til wrong stopped bein' right
If they put that bag on him, we get him, then we take a flight
Could've sworn a nigga had my back until I seen't the knife
Hit that melon, but if you don't hit that top, shoot him 20 times
Stood on business with my lil' brother
But I ain't stop until they dead
On the jail call, gotta talk with cold niggas definitely goin' fed
I ain't dissin' niggas, but if I diss, it's to his jeffy, man
Take the Q50 off the Infiniti, his ass can't even spin
Z Money was the first, but like the curse, I'm tired of Xans
They did him bogus, ain't even tell
His mama they pushed him out the Benz
It be cool 'til you get caught and you don't get no chance
He got lost inside the water, he couldn't swim in the deep end
He think he slick, he really scared
Of us, leave the 'Raq on the weekend
Thought it was over, seen him gettin'
Closer, got caught up in that jam
Hot cars, treat 'em like my real car, I changed the VIN
In the trenches, niggas backdoorin', don't care if it's a kid
I lost my Glock, was walkin' 'round with a chop' inside my pants
I put my ear to the streets, I heard they want some niggas dead
Tell that nigga he don't get out the Streets, my dog gon' get up with him
I had love for Vert, but Vert get it
The worst, he steady bringin' issues
These niggas steady playin' with us like we ain't show you niggas
Q50, wanna keep runnin' his mouth like
Me and folks ain't get up with him
He got hit up ten-plus times and made it out the 'spital
Jumped off the porch at 19, these niggas ain't official
He carry his Glock up in his bookbag, he is not a shooter
I'm really outside in the 'Raq, you inside on computers
Bitch, I'm thuggin', can't get done Like Z, he got left at the cleaners
I love my life, so I keep my Glock on me
It's better to have it than leave it
These niggas wanna act like they tough, I really pull up on a nigga
Bounce out and blow out a nigga
He a bitch, I probably just go on that nigga
Too many opps, I don't know where I'm goin'
In the hot, me and Cap might spin through your hood
Fuck bitches, get money, that shit understood
He merched a young homie, he ain't from the hood
No mask, fuck it, put on a hood
Walk down, shoot him for good
Throwin' B's for Buck, nigga, fuck your hood
I ain't never gon' say shit I never done
Growin' up in the trench, ain't no one-on-ones
He was dead, bro still was just fuckin' him up
Get back ain't none of us
Get back ain't none of us
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