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(I got Mikey, we f*ck shit up) Out the window, broad day with the drac', trying to bury niggas All in public, mean mugging, the f*ck is you scaring, nigga 7.62, it knock out that boy lung, switch on the glock so I added a drum Did him like Ricky, that boy tried to run, tell Jay hit a block, he gon' spin it for fun Get caught with your mama, we poppin' her too, you know how my young nigga like to do Do the dash in a scat, get the f*ck out my way, tryna merge in my lane, might f*ck around and crash Pop out, do a nigga like his mama shoulda did, f*ck a belt, boy I'm tryn' put this switch on his ass From the bottom of the barrel, they doubting me, seen how I ran it up, they tryna come back around Tell them they cool, but I'm so damn shiesty, I get in real good and I'm taking them down Hit the road for that money, back door him, I'm slime Bows in the trunk, we gon' cut up in traffic, if the jakes, hit the lights, and try to get behind Freaky lil' hoe, got her throwing up five, dick her down from the back, she feel it in her spine Head on collision, ain't dodging no wreck, Bitch, I'm three to the grave, know I'm crashing bout mine The opps just like Nemo, they so hard to find How you a trapper, and never touched a ten? How you got money, holding out your hand? If lil' Snoop want a cake on you, know I'm gon' bake it If I catch lil' ton lack, like a blunt I'm gone face him Why they capping on wacks, nigga, let's speak facts They ain't never killed nothing, man, all them niggas pussy Broad day with the drac' nut got headtapped Left his brain in his lap, look like some shit out a movie Scary ass nigga, watched your brother die, your mama got killed you still ain't slide Most your members dead, that ain't no lie, your gang went extinct, so you linked with 2tymes Shake ass, nigga, steady dope popping, having no motion, having no bodies LaQuarries got killed, then the nigga died about it, the ones who was trolling got hit with fye bout it Hop out, run down, bitch, you know that I wack shit Gunning for you, but your brother got hit Put lil' ant in the blunt, now I'm choking and shit Catch your mama and make her beg to live, bitch Smoking on peanut, got me augh heart attack Troll all you want shit, ain't bringing your brother back Bitch, troll all you want shit, ain't bringing your brother back Out the window, broad day with the drac', trying to bury niggas All in public, mean mugging, the f*ck is you scaring, nigga 7.62, it knock out that boy lung, switch on the glock so I added a drum Did him like Ricky, that boy tried to run, tell Jay hit a block, he gon' spin it for fun Get caught with your mama, we poppin' her too, you know how my young nigga like to do Ayy, ayy, you know how my young nigga like to do Get caught with your mama, little nigga, we popping your mama too Ayy, 3L, 3L, 3L, 3L, 3L, 3L, 3L, 3L, 3L, Cbg, 3lyfe, 3L lil' bitch
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