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I was down on my dick I had hit me a lick Had to run up some bands Cuz we ain't have shit If a nigga try to play, he get hit with that Stick These Niggas turn snitch And these bitches ain't shit Rip Ta 'jack, yeah my nigga got clapped Run up them bands, yeah I stay in the trap Never catch me slipping bitch I stay with that strap Tax for the pack, and yo ass gettimg jacked Make the wrong turn and yo ass getting whacked Yeah Yo ass gone get whacked Real street nigga and I stand on that Fine ass hoe put my man on that Copped me a chain spent them bands on that Never gone fold Never gone tell My niggas ain't squill So they stuck in that cell Tryna make store Tryna get mail This shit fucked up, we living in hell Up on the road, it's me and my team Stack up that bread, tryna live out my dream Try to run off and get hit with that beam F*ck that lil hoe,make that hoe scream Rob me a nigga mask on, scream Run up the views, run up the streams Stay strapped up got the glock with the beam Niggas be mad that my mug on mean Bitch ass nigga go get you some green Im popping these beans I'm Sipping this lean You say you want smoke Ima shoot up the scene