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Go Spinning back to back, bitch, you know he active in the v Why lil broski shooting out the car? Just hawk him down on feet And you know the rules, if you see a nigga, then you get him Stand on top, bust his fuckin' melon, sorry for that dissin I been runnin' up some pape, now I see why them niggas hate If you got a fuckin' problem, we can solve it face-to-face I can hit him with that yop, or I can hit him with that drac I can hit his ass from both ways, and that's a closed case Yeah, and that's a case closed How you cool with the same niggas that just take clothes? Takin' clothes right off your body, huh Blickin' through that glass, I see you lackin', ridin', shotty , huh What you puttin' in my hands, bitch, this the drac or this the yop I don't even think it matter, I'ma hit him in his top And we spinnin' back to back because that shit a dead block Bitch, I finally caught the nigga, aw, shit, a dead op Nigga, speak up with your chest, if you don't like me, then it's beef Why these niggas play with Ja like he don't go put shit to sleep I can call out my lil brodie, get a drop, and watch him creep You was unprepared, cause you played that field without your cleats Go, we gon' go bake his ass Told brodie, hop up out that V and then go chase his ass Stand over top, and then you go and you erase his ass Stand over top, and then you go and you erase his ass I'm tryna suit up and go hop up in the V For all the shit these niggas talk, niggas fast up on they feet Boxed him in from both ways, brodie clapped him, he ain't see I got a big ass drac, these bullets, might go chop a tree Yeah, it's Vic after Vic You aint get back for your homie, yeah, you cried about that shit Nigga looked at me the wrong way, he died about that shit Nigga dissin' on the guys, I get him fried about that shit Bitch, I get him fried about that shit Ain't no lackin' in that car, I get you fried up out that tint And these 7-6-2s, leavin' more than just a dent Yeah, bitch it's JaGlizzy, f*ck your homie, he got bent One Vic, two Vic, three Vic, four Five Vic, six dead niggas on the floor Why the f*ck you sell your burner, bitch, you know we in the war And I heard your brodie got cooked, walk into the store (That's a sad case) And yeah, it's not enough, lil' bro was dissing Up on the guys and got his taco touched If you know you ain't down to kill , don't hop up in this ride with us You slide or you provide, bitch you a soldier, you won't die with us