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My Boys

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Ayy, Stevie killed the beat What your mama tell you 'bout hangin' with them Bedford boys, boy? You gotta finesse the check to get the best of my boys Never forget the set, I'm standin' next to my boys Still acceptin' collections, claimin' rest of my boys Yeah, yeah, I'm blessin' my boys Yeah, yeah, we been some hot boys Yeah, yeah, you know them my boys Yeah, yeah, we been some hot boys On my mind, Baby Duck and JD was my boys I'm posted up on the A with JT, make noise Ron-Ron shoot for me with no fee, that's my boy Time to run up a check, then I invest in T-Roy All the smoke up in the bus, I call it Cookie Chips Ahoy I'm posted with baby 'Ron, don't know why he keepin' that toy I love to bet up them bands, I use my hands, I'm Floyd Poppin' all of the Xans, I feel like Cam, oh boy On the Lane, we not unemployed We flippin' bricks out of joy You ain't shootin' shit out of joy Bro throw 'em like Colt McCoy You owe me, you know it's on Don't pay me, you know it's on Tizzy, he be the general, know Young Ronbo the don What your mama tell you 'bout hangin' with them Bedford boys, boy? You gotta finesse the check to get the best of my boys Never forget the set, I'm standin' next to my boys Still acceptin' collections, claimin' rest of my boys Yeah, yeah, I'm blessin' my boys Yeah, yeah, we been some hot boys Yeah, yeah, you know them my boys Yeah, yeah, we been some hot boys Blessin' all of my niggas, I'm the only thing they got If I ain't get it, then give 'em, then you know they got me back Ronny hit me from Fiji's, you know that's a couple stacks I pull up and fuck with Stevie, you know that's a couple tracks Don't tell me your bitch, she need me, you know I fuck up her track I do this for all my niggas that's hustlin', stuck in the trap You pull up on me, you want it, you know I'm uppin' my strap And I ain't sellin' no drugs, but still the line and shit tapped Talkin' 'bout some shit that you know we on Don't call me 'bout some shit that you know we doin' I'm coolin', smokin' some shit you ain't blowin' on Don't come coolin' on Bedford with a Rollie on What your mama tell you 'bout hangin' with them Bedford boys, boy? You gotta finesse the check to get the best of my boys Never forget the set, I'm standin' next to my boys Still acceptin' collections, claimin' rest of my boys Yeah, yeah, I'm blessin' my boys Yeah, yeah, we been some hot boys Yeah, yeah, you know them my boys Yeah, yeah, we been some hot boys