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(Xair, let me get that motherfucker)
I don't know what place this is
Free bro down the road, the opps ain't talkin' 'bout shit, yeah, he did the safest bid
Niggas be flexin' like we don't make shit hot, do you know what bacon is?
Daddy locked up, got a place to fill, can't get him right now, we'll chase the kid
The hundred-round drum gon' erase the kid, frrt
Know that we makin' shit hot, I don't even know why niggas be playin' with them
On a drill, I won't run out of shots, we packed hella mags for you and your mans and them
Give out whoopings, why you playin' with them? Oh, you switchin' on the family, huh?
He ain't wanna stick to the plan with us, don't be comin' back when we done ran it up
Huh, my momma done told me keep my gun and stay away from niggas
Low-key these niggas been hatin', they just waited 'til I got some paper, nigga
Tryna control my anger, sometimes I just wanna face a nigga
I ain't takin' no walk with a stranger, get back, blow him down, I'll bake a nigga
I be gettin' my bags from a nigga that can't even see, lil' shawty an Asian, nigga
Fuck boy tryna tax, got chop' on the back seat, now run me that paper, nigga
Deal with consequences later, yeah, I just know I got this paper, yeah
You ain't hoein' shit 'cause I'm quick to go bust me a hole in shit like a bagel, yeah
I'ma keep goin', let a bitch turn me down, I'ma keep hoein'
13 with a Gen in the streets tourin', I was raised by them killers and D-boys
Bring a hundred to the hood, give the streets joy, totin' Glocks at a age we don't need for it
I'm too rich, ain't no bumpin' with me, boy, gotta crash, he don't mind being a decoy
Got a whip, got whatever you need for it, if that pussy that good, I'll speed for it
If it's good, therefore, I won't speak on it, when I hit it, I'm lovin' how she moanin'
I'ma get me ten mill', l'ma dream on it, how the fuck can I miss? Got a beam on it
Yeah, we smack shit for sure, that's for sheezy, but when niggas be hidin', it ain't easy
I don't know what place this is
Free bro down the road, the opps ain't talkin' 'bout shit, yeah, he did the safest bid
Niggas be flexin' like we don't make shit hot, do you know what bacon is?
Daddy locked up, got a place to fill, can't get him right now, we'll chase the kid
The hundred-round drum gon' erase the kid, frrt
Know that we makin' shit hot, I don't even know why niggas be playin' with them
On a drill, I won't run out of shots, we packed hella mags for you and your mans and them
Give out whoopings, why you playin' with them? Oh, you switchin' on the family, huh?
He ain't wanna stick to the plan with us, don't be comin' back when we done ran it up
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