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Nahh Forreal (Wick, You copy) What he tell 'em These niggas tryin' die, These niggas tryin' die These niggas tryin' die, These niggas gotta die Swear to God man these niggas they cake Up close, I'm a shoot him in his face Man down, Knock the shoe out his lace Man down, Knock the shoe out his- What he tell 'em Where they at Niggas online, tipping on the net They playing games but we fishing the set They said it's up, So you know that's bet (Nahh Forreal I'm telling you) Down bad, I don't know who to call I was up, Had to take me a fall In that car, Man I'm risking it all When we come through they rip man you know I'm a ball In they hood man I'm tryin' get a bucket Had the G23, So you know I'm a tuck it If he play in that car, Then you know I'm a rush it Got my bitch in the spot, After this I'm a buss it If the move go wrong, Then you know we make a left, right Got the metal in my pants, Swear to God I keep that tech tight Let my bitch throw the face, Tryin' see what that neck like Then I'm dogging the pussy, Would've thought it was catfight I'm fried Fat jays of the za got a nigga tongue-tied Niggas capping in they raps, Why the f*ck you lied Coming through every time, Tryin' see who hiding When we leave off they block, Ain't gotta ask who sliding Just wanna know who riding All these bitch niggas hiding All these real niggas dying Stop speaking on my name, Lil niggas keep lying Four deep in that car, We going ride down the nine Kriss vect-ing my clip, Make sure that they die Keep flexing that chain, Swear to God you going die Keep lying on my name, Swear to God you going die If you think shit a game, Swear to God you going die Coming back in the rain making sure you going die If you play with the men, Swear to God you going die If you think we won't spin, Swear to God you going die Swear to God I'm coming with it Been on papers for a minute All them disses they sending Pay with your life cause you know that's the sentence If I say that it's up, Then you know that I meant it If them boys drop the lo, Then you know that I spin it Get a car for the free, Got a bitch that's going rent it If they hang on that corner, Then you know I'm a bend it I done fought me some cases, you know I'm a felon And I'm still on probation, Still tight with that weapon Nigga bap on my name, Nigga why is you wellin' Ain't no way I'm believing these lies that you selling I done hop out that car, And you know I got busy I been hitting them licks from PG to the city Really taking that risk, So they calling me risky Put that shit on his ass, Got the lil nigga pissy Keep talkin on my name, I'm a crack you Try step in the field, I'm a sack you If you post down the ninth, Ima whack you I might fish thru the- just to crack you Hell nah I ain't shaking no hands Hell nah nigga, you not my man's Hell nah man I'm changing the plan If you think shit a game, Then I'm laying Four deep in that car, We gon ride down the nine Kriss vect-ing my clip, Make sure that they die Keep flexing that chain, Swear to God you going die Keep lying on my name, Swear to God you going die If you think shit a game, Swear to God you going die Coming back in the rain making sure you going die If you play with the men, Swear to God you going die If you think we won't spin, Swear to God you going die
Sanatçı: Quig
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