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Southside, outside, glock 9 with that 45 Sticked up, traumatized, all that talking nigga this ain't drama time He was talking that shit Get to upping them pipes that be ending ya life bet we bust under pressure Yea I f*ck with them niggas that bust off the rip and they empty the clip Just for the extra measure (Bitch, Grrr) (Huh) Man these niggas been punked out Told Donald get to ducking when a nigga pull the Trumps out Nigga talking like he walk shit, bet a pussy nigga get stumped out Put a pussy nigga in the trunk now Nigga got bullied all the way through middle school Now I'm posed to think you toting that fye We know that's a lie Be shooting that shit sound like (Doo-doo-doo fah) Like 4th of July Got a AMG Cedes, be pushing a spaceship I be driving so fast, make ya lace lift Man I swear that these niggas love acting, it look like a movie scene Bet that I show them a great clip Yea you know that this glock got a flash, that's light camera action Up the canon, he ain't bout the action Say you f*ck with them shootas lil niggas but it's just a faction Bet we split them boys up like it's fractions Nigga won't catch me lacking, you know that I be pistol packing On the end by the way I be sacking Bet we knock off ya top when we take off the cheese, ain't mac'n Like tetris, my money been stacking, racking That nigga said he could f*ck with me, capping Rip her frontal and beat from the backend Man we know that you talk for the net, you be snappin, chattin Hensel Gretel, my packets been fattened I been stacking my bread, my money yeah my pockets gain weight It's bout money, I ain't finna wait We can do it whenever on sight, I ain't saving no date Do it early and leave them out late Why these niggas talking bout old opps, man you know I popped that We was shooting and them niggas ain't pop back And a opp tried upping at me but you know that I shot back Yea that pussy got hit don't talk back Nigga picking up beef he lost, pussy nigga better drop that Bet these blues in my pocket won't drop back He was talking real strong like he wanna push up, now you wanna fall back Nigga better than me, that's ball-cap Finna load up the clip in the strap boy it sound like it's click-clacking Nigga said he gon jump it didn't happen I ain't claiming no body hell nah nigga, it's just a misshapen Yea we popped at his fitted for big capping These niggas chucky for cheese, rats That niggas that he strapped give a f*ck bout that Serving CD for Lamb like I'm Dak I put that cheese on yo head get you turned to Pack These niggas snitches and bitches, this choppa got glitches, it's going through walls, that's a fact Boy leave me out of yo mentions, this stick got extensions, don't make me take you off the map Southside, outside, glock 9 with that 45 Sticked up, traumatized, all that talking niggas this ain't drama time He was talking that shit, get to upping them pipes that be ending ya life bet we bust under pressure Yea I f*ck with them niggas that bust off the rip and they empty the clip just for the extra measure
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