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Bro in the cut wit that fye
If a dumb nigga run up then he gone die
Bet not speak on mine
Talkin bout he cutthroat till his get fried
I'mma walk up on my target Hit his ass up in the head That nigga had farted
And bitch I'm goin retarted
Hop on a track and I'm makin the party gnarly
And I ain't sellin no white
I can send you to lil bro if you trynna get right
Aye bro buss this right
I jus seen a opp nigga ridin down the street on his bike
One up top in my pipe
Hopped out the whip and I squeezed
Made his ass take Flight
I make a nigga get right
Talkin out the side of his throat
Slap his ass with this pipe
Ain't finna play no games
And bro a take yo life
Call his ass no name
Nigga betta stay in his lane
Can't put my trust in a hoe
All these bitches the same
And you ain't touching no chain
Up with that drac Send a 762 through yo brain
And all these nigga b lame
Backdoorin yo mans Man that shit there ain't part of the game
Niggas gone hate in the city
And they gone b mad asf When I get me a mili
Imma buss down Richard milly
Shout out jaxkboy
That's my brudda
And he bangin billy
Bitch trynna set me up
They gone have to go find you
Cause ya ass ain't livin
I made this trap shit a livin
They trynna steal all the sauce
Cause they see how I'm drippin
Boy if you try to take sum
Up with that rocket hit you wit a missle
Ain't seen my guys in a minute
So I Look up to sky And I burn a me wood to face
You can catch one to the face
Bet that's gone teach a f*ck to stay in lane
Yeah that lil boy in the grave
Spark his ass up and I pass em around to the gang
Feel like a dragon How i spit all this flame
They on my dick Cause they see how I came
Take me a trip outta town Imma fly on the plane
When I'm out in public That fye in my hanes
Hide all my thoughts Feel I'm goin insane
Send 30 shots imma slam on a nigga like kane
You can catch one to the brain
Yeah yeah
It's f*ck all the opps
These Niggas know how we rock
Yeah we gone spin on they block
Gotta make sure his ass drop
And we won't stop till it ain't nun in the Glock
I put my dreads in the back throw on my mask
Then I go hop on the back
I pray to god I don't lack
Cause if I do they gone put one in my hat

