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I came through the opps block with a handgun 10 shots 11 bodies drop that’s an AND1 Problematic with an automatic metal band drums Way them bullets kept hitting his body marching band club Real shooter catchin all my shells cause it’s homicide His medulla gushin like a well if my patna slide F*ck a Ruger glock givin em hell everybody dyin She a cougar pussy got a smell like a clementine Oh oh oh oh oh ima beat it up Deepthroat bitch don’t choke better eat it up Deep stroke beat real slow then I speed it up That’s explicit beat it in the kitchen greedy when I f*ck F*ck a mention meet me in the trenches if you really tough Opposition really ain’t my opps them boys ain’t hard enough Step back Steph back shooters go to hard for us Pole strapped war mapped all black sprinter truck I get lit when I do hella drugs But I stay sober when I gotta give a hater slugs Salt on a player adds flavor I ain’t scared of nun 10 shots glock don’t miss swear I love my gun Money coming from different directions 100s to the ones Funny how the one givin the lectures never runnin nun Sunny bitches come visit in Texas shake that thun da thun This the hardest shit that you then heard this year Only reason that it’s not I wrote this verse last Progression or regression Naa let’s just make this clear Got some songs still in my closest that’ll eat this here When you GOATED you be floatin on the beat no fear Any subject ima love it music to my ear Tell me top this well that’s nothin like hold my beer Verse like headlights leave you stuck just like that deer Peezo check a nigga it don’t matter where we at Aye Jeelock stretch a nigga see him creepin in the back Aye Lamron bless a nigga know he comin double strapped Aye BDJ gone smoke a nigga love that opp pack Aye
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