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Who want smoke with me Two two threes to feel the heat 40 bullets hit his head Another opp, I want deceased We catch one with one another Ain't no time to rest our feet When they hiding, others dying They start crying when I creep Bitch, stop lying, why the f*ck you post that Nigga, he deceased Bitch, just wanna have attention Why that diss you sending me? Post my picture on your story Why the cops, they look for me? On the run, I say f*ck it I can't even sell this weed, In my lungs, got a nigga Who I guess ain't built for pressure, cause he gone I'm an outcast like I'm precious I get chicken off the bone If you saw this from my eyes You ain't gon' tell me I was wrong We can put you in that bag If you don't like it, what you want Niggas never shot a gun But they be dissing me in songs Post a picture of your Glock and tag my name Boy, what you on? You gon' never touch my mama on my life, or you a bone Niggas signing off on statements How the f*ck is we gon' win Play the streets, but when it's time You niggas run to the pigs Eat a dick and f*ck them niggas All yo family members weird If I ever catch no cap I promise you gon' meet your kin I was slidin' shit no cap, Go ask a nigga what I did How the f*ck is he your shooter? If the nigga never slid Gang was chasing him in traffic, only socks seen the in the wind Like we rapping Take a nigga out his glory Not a field, Should've paid me for that cap We put the niggas in a bed I was giving out the game But they forgetting what I said If you ever try to stake me Stupid nigga, you be dead, Niggas lucky when they play with Bro, I got this on my leg Spin again and come outside Don't throw your shirt, you gotta wear R.I.P. in the dirt You at the grave, I still a spray it Only way that they can stop Is they gon' have to kill me dead What the f*ck we say? Who want smoke with me 223's to feel the heat, 40 bullets, hit his head Another opp I want deceased? We catch one, we want another Ain't no time to rest our feet When they dying, others hiding They start crying when I creep Bitch, stop lying, why the f*ck you post that Nigga, he deceased Bitches wanna have attention Why that diss you send to me? Post my picture on your story Why the cops, they look for me? On the run I say f*ck it, I can't even sell this weed In my lungs Got a nigga who I guess ain't built for pressure Cause he gone I'm an outcast like I'm precious I eat chicken off the bone