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Robberies & Drilling
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That shit ain't no average
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-bum, bitch
Yeah
I-I-I hang around with killers, they do robberies and drillings
Look, pussy, look
I-I-I hang around with killers, they do robberies and drillings
We responsible for killings, hop out cars and take out villains
Call out a Lex and watch it chill, your cat say sorry, I'ma kill him
He got wrapped up just for dissing with .33, it shoot like Pippen
Heard he got up in his feelings, why the fuck are you still bitching?
Cook a jizzy like some chicken, my youngin' fedders moving vicious
Free my dogs up out that prison, miss my incarcerated killers
I went to the rest to get a switch, she moving flippable, flip 'em
Seen a crackhead on my block doing balloons, that guy was tripping
Screaming out, "I lost my vision," it got chatty where I kick it
What you know about them zombies serving wokky that are crispy?
No missile toy, ain't got no kisses, just my feet, I did the dishes
I could show you both sides of bliss
We the reason why y'all both missing
We had to throw it in the river, that
Big ass sword swim with the fishes
Neighbors don't want to smell these stenches
We cooking that crack up in our kitchen
Making it vanish, a real magician, we running laps at LA Fitness
I-I-I hang around with killers, they do robberies and drillings
We responsible for killings, hop out cars and take out villains
Call out a Lex and watch it chill, your cat say sorry, I'ma kill him
He got wrapped up just for dissing with .33, it shoot like Pippen
Heard he got up in his feelings, why the fuck are you still bitching?
Cook a jizzy like some chicken, my youngin' fedders moving vicious
Free my dogs up out that prison, miss my incarcerated killers
I went to the rest to get a switch, she moving flippable, flip 'em
He moving packable, I pack him, like fuck it, let's get active
Where's your homie? Oh yeah, I forgot, he got turned into ashes
Your glizzy virgin, mine is ratchet, this track is so much traffic
This switch is on the back so I could turn it automatic
Bitch, I bag a feet, I land on him
Make me get up in that moo, I put my feet and hands on him
I'll put a couple bands on him, bury him and stand on him
Stand over and bang on him, no need to get the gang on him
Bitch, I bag a feet, I land on him
Red dot, parking up that car, just watch that heater blow
Someone of a chef, I turn his head to fucking sloppy joes
I got the Eastside bump in case I'm bumping on your stereo
I got the Eastside bump in case I'm bumping on your stereo
I-I-I hang around with killers, they do robberies and drillings
We responsible for killings, hop out cars and take out villains
Call out a Lex and watch it chill, your cat say sorry, I'ma kill him
He got wrapped up just for dissing with .33, it shoot like Pippen
Heard he got up in his feelings, why the fuck are you still bitching?
Cook a jizzy like some chicken, my youngin' fedders moving vicious
Free my dogs up out that prison, miss my incarcerated killers
I went to the rest to get a switch, she moving flippable, flip 'em
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