My Town - BAK Mix

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(Damn, Ten) (Cowboy) Ayy, Motown fuck you up, don't come This way, might be shit out of luck Be shit out of luck, ayy Bullshit, ayy Motown fuck you up, don't come this way, might be shit out of luck You see switches and Dracs when we hop out the cut I'm with all of the smackers, crack his head like a nut I'm with all of the smackers, don't like When I'm mad, 'cause I'm really a bastard I make a play disappear like I'm Casper I told him don't try me like I am a rapper He talkin' 'bout throwin' his fists, but Don't even know that the car full of blicks I been playin' with sticks since like sixteen, don't Even cover thеy shoot 'cause I know they gon' miss We bе killin' the opps, get 'em dropped for that diss You be lovin' that thot, but she gobblin' dick I be droppin' the top when I ride through the six Got a whole lot of fashion, we shop to the fit Whole lot of racks, I been thumbin' and thumbin' and thumbin' If I catch you lackin', believe that I'm bumpin' I'm sippin' on Wocky, I'm walkin' a mummy, this Shit turn me up like the fifth, like a junkie Ho, is you laced? Must think I'm dumb, you can't play in my face Would've got smoked, lucky I got a case My bitch get to sprayin' that shit like some mace I just get to poppin' them pills for the taste Callin' up Ten, he said, "What you tryna do? " Shit, I'm tryna go back to the block But I know I'm makin' this money off rap Two hundred, three hundred, four hundred a pop I told her keep goin', she better not stop I know that I'm blowin', I just got a drop I pull up in that foreign, just got off the lot Lil' bro got some for 'em, your head is the dot Motown fuck you up, don't come this way, might be shit out of luck You see switches and Dracs when we hop out the cut I'm with all of the smackers, crack his head like a nut I'm with all of the smackers, don't like When I'm mad, 'cause I'm really a bastard I make a play disappear like I'm Casper I told him don't try me like I am a rapper He talkin' 'bout throwin' his fists, but Don't even know that the car full of blicks I been playin' with sticks since like sixteen, don't Even cover they shoot 'cause I know they gon' miss We be killin' the opps, get 'em dropped for that diss You be lovin' that thot, but she gobblin' dick I be droppin' the top when I ride through the six Got a whole lot of fashion, we shop to the fit Whole lot of racks, I been thumbin' and thumbin' and thumbin' If I catch you lackin', believe that I'm bumpin' I'm sippin' on Wocky, I'm walkin' a mummy, this Shit turn me up like the fifth, like a junkie Ho, is you laced? Must think I'm dumb, you can't play in my face Would've got smoked, lucky I got a case My bitch get to sprayin' that shit like some mace I just get to poppin' them pills for the taste I just get to poppin' them pills for the taste, yeah Ayy, ayy, ayy, ho, is you laced? Can't play in my face, uh, come on