Route77
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Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Oh, you run down, you pullin' your blick out
All these drugs I be taking, I'm geeked out
I can't sit on my music, I can't leak out
Soon as I got up, all these fuck niggas reach out
Nigga come from the trench, we at the beach house
Smoking dope, I feel my voice leaving
Get up on a opp, he thought he was leaving
Bitch blow me up, how do I stop receiving
I invested in my Glock, I'm cheating
My lil' partner say he walking the stick hill
Roll back home from a lick, how your feet feel?
Conversation with 12, he tell him the details
You get a strain, nobody show you the route
We get drops, we might just pop at your house
Gang function, I'm like, "What is you talkin' 'bout?"
Adrenaline rushing, he get back to his house
Heart racing, he got no gun in his pouch
Blueface in my pants, blood in my mouth
Geeked up on strains, all that im 'bout
Hundred-round drum, bring this bitch out
Tell a nigga one thing, he went with the other
Put this shit on, I just popped out a puddle
Spot having traction, light the bell button
Downtown, leave my plate for the peso
Told 'em hold my leg [?]
Lil' buddy really spin something, he on payroll
Last time I traveled, I had that shit with me
Nigga wanna smoke? Good, nigga get with me
Lunch table, I'm too lit, you can't sit with me
I'ma shoot like BlocBoy JB
Nigga fruit, chop him up, now they gravy
Too far gone, ain't nobody can't save me
I feel like I'm the one they replicating
Nigga started drugs, he done went crazy
Next year that nigga gon' have to pay me
Bitch talkin' 'bout I ain't gon' fuck—maybe
Geeked up, I'm hallucinating
Now she goin' back down, she used to play with me
I don't give a fuck, 12 hot, got Drac' with me
In the cut, we gon' duck off so they can't see
Keep takin' drank, I can't let my high leave
Nigga spooked to go in the trap to go buy weed
Spent some racks on my closet, you ain't got these
My New York bitch say [?] my body
Buyin' drip, I just find a new hobby
When I drop my tape, I just might rock it
That nigga witchin', really be watchin'
I don't give a fuck, got a blunt in my pocket
Rich livin', my denim Versace
Matte black track, move the shit out the way
Hotbox deep, shiesty on they face
Nigga tat teardrops, he a crybaby
12 check the whip, so they got my .380
I was sad as fuck, 'cause my [?] my favorite
Havin' drip, I just shop the latest
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, y'all niggas gon' keep bitin' on this shit
Long as I do this shit, y'all niggas gon' keep bitin' on this shit
See what I'm sayin'?
Long as I do this shit, long as I keep makin' this shit
Y'all niggas keep bitin' on this shit, but I ain't trippin' though
See what I'm sayin'? I do this shit though, I do this shit, so—