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They just talking shit, selling out they brothers like they auctioning Niggas always tripping bout some bullshit get off of it Why these niggas come to me with problems nigga solve the shit Niggas never come to me upfront but social blogging it It's odd to me, people don't do work but have they heart up on the lottery I came up as a youngin kicking doors and smoking collard greens Uncle in the pen but he know something bout them dollar trees Smarter than you think and what he say he speak with honesty Smoking on that doja selling goofies got some quantity My bitch said she don't like the shit I'm doing so we arguing Tell my top bitch to flip a pack and give it all to me Then I give her some but not to much based on that quality Tell my shawty miss me with that bullshit get off of me Say she want my heart she can't get that she can't get all of me Pull up to the scene and blow the shit when niggas bother me That's why I'm peeling scalps and spinning niggas like some pottery That's fine to me glock fond of me keep my circle tight and peep them Niggas who just lie to me Protect the ones beside of me them niggas lay and die for me Never roll on niggas they my brothers said they ride for me Ima keep it going until they show my time is up Ima tie him up and say we playing double dutch These niggas automatic but with me you get the clutch Im clutching on them triggers until that nigga body tuck Im riding in a coupe you know I got it out the mud These niggas all some actors pussies acting like a stud That's why I stay with heat you know I keep the toaster tucked What niggas wanna beef because they know I'm down to buck Heard luh shawty whistle tell me shawty getting popped It's today I just noticed still luh shawty aint get shot Nowadays luh shooters tell me shorten out his clock I just say turn on channel 5 and luh nigga watch Pull up to the window drive through we serving shots Apply that pressure to that pedal leave a nigga body rotten Clip clip up in that tec I smack the top if that bitch lock I stand on what I say and if you test you gonna flop This Wesson teach a lesson let of 7 from this weapon Ima send yo ass to heaven still got bullets counting blessings Got the 30 like I'm Stephen send it off you know I'm stepping Heard he out his body its too late to have him check in Niggas acting hard body pussy really soft as nerf Let a nigga try me put them o's in him hooters shirt 40 got him dancing but that Nina make that body twerk That 22 aimed at his feet I bet I make him do the jerk Nigga smoking cali while I'm running through them alleys Get to bucking at them niggas who stay posted in the valley You aint speaking on that bread then I don't care to much about it If you say you with the shits well luh nigga yea I doubt it Gotta keep my bread right if you sell I gotta count it Say you coming 5 deep glizzy marking out them tallies Ima slide through like a splinter with my demons like a rally Send yo strongest shooter we can have a grand finale Get to bucking at these niggas up them cutters on these niggas Wearing purses made for bitches so I'm tougher than these niggas Bet I'm rougher than these niggas finger fucking on these triggers Line em up to knock I heard he carry couple figures Niggas want some static so I had to flash that beam Heard he keep them heaters but he aint gone blow the steam These niggas acting up thats why 2 face be being mean Put that nigga on a screen put him on a screen Death calling his phone when I let that shawty ring Niggas in the house while I'm out here chasing green Put that 9 to his mouth tell him boy don't say a thing If he start to make a sound bullets take the place of teeth Gang gang gang gang Gang gang gang gang
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