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Yeah, they thought I was done with this rap shit My young niggas pull up and clap shit
Don't fuck with the band but we got them drums My young niggas walk down and dump shit
Got a switch on the Glock, it's gone dump quick Free my brother, he's jellin' off dumb shit
Pussy wet and it making' me cum quick
Free OG, he locked down for them murders
Catch a opp imma make the boy hurdle
Had to cut off this bitch cause she fertile
Smoking gas, moving slow as a turtle
Catch a opp put him up, Steve urkel
Hit They block with a chop, disappear
Black out in the scatt and we clear
Masked up in the alley, we here
Hit the grass, till them lil' bitches come out
When they come out, we havin' a cookout
Stand over that boy Since he hoeing
He was dissin', we caught the boy loafin
Shot the boy in the face, he was smokin' Blue flag on the left, Know I'm rollin
And these bitches gon' fuck for a token
Don't ask, cause I'm already knowing
Catch a opp with this Drac do him bad
He was dissin' 62s on his ass
He was speakin' on Chic, kno I'm glad
Hit his block and I shot his dumbass
And this lil' skinny hoe got some ass When I fuck, Know I hit from the back
Keep a fye on my hip never lack
Nigga play imma send a attack
Try to buck in yo' Scat and get jacked
Got the frost on my wrist, hold it up
Hold it up and yo' bitch wanna fuck Nigga runnin' like they ran a track
Switch him down, hit that boy in back
Niggas tweakin', they must smoke some crack
Kill that boy, roll him up inna pack In my hood, they treat me like the Mack
And niggas don't play it get critical Shot the boy in the mouth, he was literal
And the opps really scared, they be ducking
They ain't posting' dem guns, no, we bucking
And I'm fucking fine shit I ain't lucky
Don't know how he get hoes cause he ugly
Eyes cocked like a motherfuckin' Ruger
Fuck ya sister, she look like a cougar
Got a ski mask on, like I'm Jason Nigga play, I'ma have to erase him
Bumpdown kno I gotta face him Don't run you know I'ma chase him
Tripped him up and he fell on his head made a lil cry cause he scared
He was dissin' thats why niggas dead Fold em up close that boy like a shed
Banging six but my niggas see red hit they block what them boys play dead
Rock a lil nigga ass straight to bed how we beefin You talk to the feds
They hit the lights on my ass, know I fled Took them boys all the way to the lake
Swingin' corners like they swung a gate 392 on they ass, get away
And da opps so pussy they gay
I stamped it, a whole lot of squad shit Niggas know what the fuck goin' on
1647 shit, walk your ass down with a Mac-11, bitch
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