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(Oh shit, Roger made this one?)
(Why'd I do this? I play for money)
Yeah, ahah
Ahah
He always talkin' 'bout the score 'cause he ain't never blow shit
I'm in his hood to the neck, and I just copped new fully kit
Tryna feed the sucka loafin', bounce out and eat this
All that wolfin' on his gram, but don't never keep stick
I ain't hearin' nun out, KG, real bitch
Been straight to that home, he on the south, I take trips
I ain't backin' down from nun, blow for blow, gon' take risks
YG been a fed, yeah it's paperwork, real snitch
Sk, sucka k, let's get on that
Them niggas don't know get back, where his load at?
You niggas all scared to slide, pass the pro pad
My young life turn this shit up, don't let us roll back
Yeah tell them niggas stop hidin', they in that house, we surf thru'
Bitch we on that typa time, she drop lo, i'm spinnin' thru'
We the real money team, free the donks, go check the news
Forever trippin' 'til they home, free the 6 and free the 2
We outside bendin' blocks that's Lil Jugga, this ain't new
Niggas barely in the stripes, straight to the gram
Bitch who is you?
I got 23 with .40 shell and gang trippin' so come and hoop
I dare him come thru' this way, yeah what he say?
Bitch come and roll down
You ain't never been on skits, put that pole down
Me and Mani thru' the west, we with my B niggas too
That nigga out here strippin' kids and post about it
Bitch you ain't cool
I ain't speakin' of no sur rat, get him gone, that's channel 2
He love the 3, I did my dance and doubled that
Hit the ground with only 6, tripped, then hugged them other rats
The real sur gang steppers, we had to laugh and double back
Niggas out here touchin' graves, we kickin' cattles thru' cadillac
Everytime I go to slide, I grab this piece and make it home
They don't know about that, picked it up, i'm tryna score
Could fill some room full of killers, this strictly family
I'm not alone
Sucka niggas clickin' up, then hit the net, they love to troll
He always talkin' 'bout the score 'cause he ain't never blow shit
I'm in his hood to the neck, and I just copped new fully kit
Tryna feed the sucka loafin', bounce out and eat this
All that wolfin' on his gram, but don't never keep stick
I ain't hearin' nun out, KG, real bitch
Been straight to that home, he on the south, I take trips
I ain't backin' down from nun, blow for blow, gon' take risks
YG been a fed, yeah it's paperwork, real snitch
Sk, sucka k, let's get on that
Them niggas don't know get back, where his load at?
You niggas all scared to slide, pass the pro pad
My young life turn this shit up, don't let us roll back
(Rah, rah nigga)
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