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Mane i rode b**** I kept it a stack i kept it street not to many do that You pillow talkin f*** round and get smacked We in yo hood swervin burnin this gas He want problems burn his a** smash the gas B**** i'm hustling tryna run up that cash Tryna get some digits tryna get us A bag Try to play all you gon hear it Blattt If you play you lay kno we gon Handle dat We outside posted up in all black Soon as we see you Jus kno you that you whacked Ion do net beefin i know yo toe Is gone be tagged You swea that you pressure but Im really pressure You try to rob Me got that yea on the dresser Don't try us f*** n**** you better Be careful don't try it f*** n**** You not on my level B**** i'm in the field next play Send a blitz k wit the grip n it Came wit some tits yea we Robbed em took his luh s*** You a Forf i stay painin yo b**** He tried to run shot his a** inna Back she called me daddy when Dis d*** in her back D*** inna deep made her push Me out finna nut put this d*** in Her mouth Lets talk bout you you ain't eva Did s*** Kappin to dese folks Mane you jus hit a lik These niggas p**** naw dey really Be fags When we see him on his Toe is a tag, do em wrong? We gon do em down bad K wit the strap took his a** off The map like applause b**** its Gone get to clappin You know dat i'm wittit ain't no Kap in my rap smoke This gas Mane dis s*** make u tap K wit Da scope Catch his ass broad day Temp his s*** mane give det boy a fade Whole lotta money n you know this s*** Nigga can't shoot aint Hit shit that's a brick P**** a** n**** you a luh a** B**** catch a nigga smoke da Nigga throw his body inna ditch, Fye gotta beam n it came wit a D*** Try us f*** nigga f*** round n Snatch yo chain Mane i feel so Smart how she give me brain Get Under pressure you niggas gon Fold B**** I keep it solid no i Never told If he want beef ima serve that Shit kold He that boy up put his A** onna stove catch his a** Lackin yk how that go hit that Boy up from his head to his toe Mane i rode b**** I kept it a Stack i kept it street not to many Do that You pillow talkin f*** round n get smacked We in yo hood swervin burnin this gas He want problems burn his a** Smash the gas B**** i'm hustling tryna run up That cash Tryna get some digits tryna get Us a bag Try to play all you gon hear it Blattt If you play you lay kno we gon Handle dat We outside posted up in all black Soon as we see you Just kno you that you whacked Ion do net beefin i know yo toe Is gone be tagged You swea that you pressure but Im really pressure You try to rob Me got that yea on da dresser Don't try us f*** n**** you better Be careful don't try it f*** n**** You not on my level
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