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Told that man he should've ducked Then we wouldn't of wet him up Leave yo bitch she getting fucked Or get her blinked w Tummy tucks We got hollows f*ck the ones I'm not scuffing up my ones If you swing your getting done If it's drama I'm were you run We got glocks on glock on glocks You run up you getting popped Flip yo cap back pop your top You gone drop gone drop gone drop All them niggas is some rats All that gangsta shit is Cap think you mobbin cuz your stats But let your bm take the rap Her big brother on your ass So you know you ducking that You know we mobbing with them thangs So if your shoot just bring your aim I hope you niggas get the up Cuz when we spin you gone need luck I load my slugs up with the gloves So won't no witness give me up Grab the hottie and the mask He on his block we spinning back You say you missing on your twin Well here's a date in heaven then Your momma praying for your sins But it's too late the son died again Find your time to go repent Cause I'm sliding through your bend I want your bm watch yo kids Hope your momma gone step in Bringing flowers to your grams Damn she miss you lil man Damn yo gang on a shirt again I know you missing all your friends It's sad we dropping all your man's So close your mouth and pop some then If the score was oh to 4 You 69 with telling hoe Paper work on all your friends I hope they learn they lesson man Your bm done post the papers I done seen all of your statements You snitched on bricks about lil Angel Now he can't even get no more papers He doing life cause of your pipe You switched the story ain't living right You know that 12 saving your life But when you free that's your last night Have my wife slide on your bm it's they life when ever we see em She taking lives when ever we need em And you won't touch her cause we demons I got my mind set on revenge So you dying with your friends They calling 12 for lil man But I'm on maplewood again You got your man's put in the dirt And his bm on a shirt Pick up woo and then Lashawn 6 for 1 we spinning til 9 Slid and left his family crying He'd be alive if y'all wasn't lying Having blicks on you while dying Y'all need training call my line then They say i move so militant Like the Mobb with all my sticks They gone play this when they spin Right through the repast for his mans Through the repast with my glocks Don't want one i want all my opps Beefing with me for a bitch For some pussy you got blicked Stay on the sidewalk with you friends Cause the streets ain't safe again Drop the tent open the door Damn we just dropped your lil bro Bitch