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Yeah, Long live LC nigga, my 4-5 smacka

Yeah, let's get it

Yeah, A.J.B. Two Bumping

Yeah, trap boom let's go pound for pound

Hop out the car, go round for round

We hit they block, know we chasing shit down

Put the Glock to his face, should've seen the boy frown

Tapping the fully, tryna hit at the crowd

Yella boy in the cut, you bet not make a sound

Last nigga played yea, he lost & found

Hell nah you ain't gang you cannot come around

Hell nah you ain't gang cant get in this car

Nyles Ready to tweak tryna put some on Fox

I got faith in Lil' Dra, he controlling the box

Shout out Lil' J, he the king of the bop

I know where to go if I want me a Glock

He capping on wax, he got hit in his top

Can't spit through this block, know we got shit on lock

392 getting off on the narcs

392, yeah, you know this a shaker

My whole team shoot like we play for the Lakers

Serving the city, I'm coming down Frayser

Put trust in that h*e, boy, you know she a baker

Trap steady booming, come pick you some flavors

Black truck through the city, boy, I move like the mayor

She members in, so I will not date ha

My daddy a P, so you know I'm a playa

Three cars deep everybody got buttons

I been having shit, a lil' twenty, ain't nothing

Kendo on point, so don't ask why he clutching

Cause if it go down guarantee, he gon' bust it

Qua got the Drac, and CMoe got the switch

Kmoney, got chop, drop a sear in that bitch

Circle real small, cause I know they won't switch

Unless it's a switch on the back of they blick

Kova the ticket, he making a way

Get in his way you get trucked with this drac

Reach for bro wrist, I'ma take off your face

I don't shoot from the car, I'ma hop out the Ray

Hop out the Ray, made em turn to a runner

Tryna get rich and give racks to my mama

Get locked up I won't tell, I ain't going like Gunna

I'm stacking this cake, might pop out in the summer

Trap never closed, and that hoe never slow

Want a 3.5 then Three, knocks on the door

Tryna run off, I got switch in the coat

Underarming the blick, the junt go where I go

Glock up in church, while I pray for my sins

Gotta get paid for, I have me a kid

We don't spare hoes, we'll knock off yo wig

4-0 or better, with switches no sigs

Gen Five whith a switch, that hoe blow like a trumpet

She keep asking questions she making assumptions

Wide body, Cat, you can put up that Honda

Fucked up in the head, I shoot switch at yo uncle

Shit eater, bitch, I can't pay for yo bundle

spent cash on this blick, I ain't doing no rumbling

Thinking shit sweet, watch these hoes get to thumping

Put switch on the Ten, now this hoe get the jumping

They know I get im front line on the block

It's just me, luh cmoe and drac

I ain't gon' say too much, that's, speaking on wax

Free tevo, still fighting a case

Kendo got off on a duck, he thought he was getting some

Za gave his lil' ass shake

Quavo controlling this bitch, hit the gas

Left - right got his foot to the floor, watch it shake

I keep a Glock underaarm, I'll do a nigga

so bad, fuck I look like fighting

Hit the lil' hoe for some hours, off the lil' pink

Pill like damn, I know she excited

12 tried to box me in, I got out on feet

They thought a young nigga was hiking

Boy tried to quarterback, sneak, got a dumbass sacked

As soon as the young nigga hiked it

It ain't no outrunning switches

Lil' Phet, chase em down

Lil, nyles trying to shoot while he steer

It's just me, Kmuney on the block

With C3, spots the hoes, I'm trying to get near

Stomping the gas down, Yale, we see them blue lights

Trying to leave 12 ass in the rear

Hulp tapped a button so loud, trying to catch him at hat

Like, damn, you done fucked up my ears All that keyboard, killing and flexing them

Gun, press delete now his, dumbass, baked

I came from nothing, turned dirt into diamonds

Ween have, shit, so I had to go take

Saw em in person, I'm trying to go see what he bout

I damn near go hit him with Drac

Luh Kova, I'm king of the swipe

Just send me your info, Navy Fed, Regions or Chase (Just send me yo card)

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