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Plxce, what the fuck?
Ride on in that Masi'
Lil' brodie gon' slang that choppa too
Nike's stompers on my body, pull up
I might step on you
My woadie got a line of yellow
Sip it 'til he feelin' blue
I just hop inside that
Murcielago, yellow inside, pikachu
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
The Glock got a stutter, go ba, ba, ba, ba
They run it back, then fuck on the wife
The Percocet 10 gon' help me survive
Put him in a hospital bed
He got shot in the head
Artery down on his legs
He eatin' donuts, that boy with the feds
Run back, sip straight wock
Get to gunnin', I'ma dump yo spot
Get to runnin', you won't make it far
Karate kid gon' hit thе block
Karate kid gon' chop your squad
Then dip straight out got Burberry
Smokin' straight straight loud
Boy I'm not surprisеd if they
Ain't hear of me
Backwood, boy I'm on that gat shit
Fuck around, get yo head split
Keep tweakin' he get gaslit
Rover the truck, boy I'm in this bitch
She got a butt, like please let me hit
Five-star wax, like this shit stick
Put my shit back, like lil' boy you not slick
You ain't got a reason
My shit heat, it change the season
All red line, 16 bleedin'
Right on time, this shit demon
I ain't mean to get so damn gone
Fuck the bitch, I'm pourin' the
Ayy, if that's your bitch
Then you can keep the hoe
And if I got that rocket on me
I don't need no pole
If I find out you talk to 12, then yes
You can get stole
I dropped your partner out there
Lackin' right outside the store
Ayy, lil' bitch, I been grown hoe
They tellin' me "calm that lil' bitch
Down" that's not my hoe tho
If I shoot him in the fucking
Head I take a photo
Lil' bih always tell me that my bae
I don't go tho ayy, bitch
I'm on the highway with some gold teeth
I don't like the way these bitches
Claiming that they know me
If you really love me like you say you do
Then show me i'll give you this Glock
Go kill my opps and tell 'em "Blow me"
Yuh, hoe so bloody, I think she want me
I need that hoe too, I think she lovely
Yuh ayy, choppa it go blam, yuh
Killed that boy on cam, yeah
I don't give a damn, yeah
Push start in that Masi', lil' boy, DOA
(Goodbye) you come second place, boy
I've been number one forever
This lil' bih be geek as hell
Like why your sister on your header?
That lil' bitch a rat scat
Lil' brother, boy you is a phony
We made him RIP, ayy Tony
Give me that cash or baloney
I got this hoe at my crib wanna blow me
Run up that sack give me bread on my homie
I need the cheese, hit the bank, macaroni
Dot to his head, now his face pepperoni
Glock 19, now his gang Stromboli
Sippin' on wock, pop that perc, overdose
How many hoes in your crib? It's like dos
You cannot pull up, get turned to a ghost
Fuck what he said, put his bitch in my roach
Smokin' on puffer, lil' boy you a hoe
Got his bitch at my crib with
My dick in her throat
All of my pockets on green, they on go
Pop out the cut with that fat 007
Reggaeton, I poppa those uh percs
New Glocks and those had sent
Him to the nurse
From a drive-by to a goddamn hearse
He gon' fly by, then put him in the earth