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B**** I was driving through the rain, all by myself N***** calling themselves homies, when it's time, who to call for help? But that's felt, clap a n**** quick and take his belt F*** around and watch his face melt When s*** get tricky, you won't get no case help Get to rounding up my demons, he just got chased in hell Even with the seal, still gone get traced in the mail Free baby Cas, they took the bro to take a bail Ain't no dopehead, I bring 'em in to make a sale I hit him twice with the left hook, and made him fell Don't be bringing in no chip, that's getting stale If he a joint, then why his name don't ring a bell? Oh well, if he diss my demon, he in hell Last time I caught a opp, I made the boy go run and tell Since these n***** warming up beef, I'm loading shells I swear to god these b***** broke, it leave a smell Half my homies in a grave, the other half still in a cell Sometimes I wanna cry, and sometimes I wanna yell It get Easty in these streets, you get the book you bet not tell 223's hit head tats, he getting nailed Me and Nightmare in a bucket, tryna score Ninebang said he at the strip, he got the poles N***** dance when shots ring, I tag his toe 308's hit headlights, he off the road I bled a chinc before a teen, to get sum Cho If you gone ride, ride to the death without the row Baby keep arching her back, like she a bow Even though she said she ain't, know she a hoe Why the boys keep asking questions, I don't know Don't tell me that you need a fade, cause I'm gone blow You n***** probably want to bang, to get some hoes I'm gone walk this n**** down, because he got chased before Casamigos spilling over, all these bitches getting turnt Nineteen Gen with zombie tips, I'm leaving all these n***** burnt Fat forty in my pants make a n**** jerk Four-five made him hit his dougie, then his body twerk I know n***** in the Land, that be popping lots of percs I know n*****, put the Opps up on a lot of shirts I know n***** envy Chxncs, because they pockets hurt Pop a opp inside the casket, I'm gone rock the hearse This b**** keep throwing me head, until her noggin hurt We all went home without the bag ,that made the flockers hurt See a opp inside a pue, I bet we stopping church Brodie said he off a ten, but it's not a perc And I got it out the mud, that's why my nails filled with dirt I ain't into asking questions, pop em' first See a f***** with some loot, rob his purse