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I got no pics bitch beam on the Glock so I can hit shit Oh that Boi running he fast Green beam track him like a fit bit I ain't wit the slick shit don't make me pop the trunk Big ass ar look like a ripstick Slide on the op block all black tent shit It's go time we about a bend shit Nizzy drop back throwing bullets like Wentz bitch Chantz start snapping he giving closed caskets I start blacking no I aint lacking Selling op pack we start taxing They thought we was lacking But they aim was ass they slid while we was getting gas Let me reminisce to the past we was on that boy coop ass Had that boy running real fast Little boi turned to a track star we was throwing bullets out nascars You said I didn't slap you what the f*ck I gotta cap for? Let me talk about bobby you said you was looking for me nigga come and find me You know where I post at you ain't gone slide on shit got no strap Boy when I see you ima send you where your bro at He start bitching he thought that we was tipping Glock loaded up with pippen Hit that boy in the leg he start limping shotgun to the face he start twitching Don't have a cookout we gone shoot at the crowd We don't roll up the reggie we roll up the loud Slap that boy in the face nigga shadow