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If you see me and you tryna see what's up (skee-yee)
He wanna fuck with me, then I'ma have him stuck (skee-yee)
Bitch lookin' bad, and got a stupid butt (skee-yee)
Jewelry on yo' wrist, fuck it, hold it up (skee-yee)
If I'm bouncing out with skeezy on niggas know it's trouble (skee-yee)
Button on my when I squeeze this bitch shoot by doubles (skee-yee)
Face tap I had him on the floor his blood creating puddles (skee-yee)
Even though this ghost had jammed on me I still dropped a cup away (skee-yee)
If you a step or stepped in please just drop location (skee-yee)
I'ma step it from my section for your information (skee-yee)
Peace keep Lorel up out yo'
I leave niggas on pavements (skee-yee)
I'm hella mad he got his blood all up on my space gem (skee-yee)
I'm puttin' on for the town
My nigga step and ask around
He team K, till we left his stupid ass face down
I'm not the type to sit around and wait
I'm tryna do it now go check the news
We popped his ass his body still ain't been found
Them suckas moving to the land
So hit me when you touch down
It's hella dry up on the north
So catch me on the southbound
Silly Goose, that nigga ran soon as he heard that clap sound
I thought his ass was Captain Man until his body hit the ground
We take shit and blow guns my crash nigga think it's fun
If it's a problem say something
Walk in where you from you getting scared playing dumb
Don't gotta gleek you can't come
He pray to God, he don't bump in the rail them days he wake up
We take shit and blow guns my crash nigga think it's fun
If it's a problem say something
Walk in where you from you getting scared playing dumb
Don't gotta gleek you can't come
He pray to God he don't bump in the rail them days he wake up
Aye, the wrist sixteen, lil' bitch who's handin'
Had lil' Marge out the boat, I'm out the window while I'm crammin'
I'm the first lil' nigga who love doin' a sketch and still love rappin'
You ain't never sent some shots up over here, so bitch stop cappin'
Drop the location, bet we all pull up like bitch who's handin'
If I see some gold, I'll have my baby do us, go and grab it
D-260's hella small, but it be blowin' like a cannon
I was supposed to drive it low, but I bounced out and got to clappin', nigga
These dork niggas claim they steppin', well lil' relish too
Read the reason your son stand solid, you niggas know the truth
Go to chop a couple times and pass it to my baby, real
Them suckas say they makin' songs'bout crimes but we the ones who shoot
Nigga what you tryna do, I'm squeezin' 'til my hand go blue
My dumbass tryna see if I thought he was a sucker from my view
Now's I gotta burn up in yo body, or they might go through
I'm knowin' you a scaredy, he showed feet and he left his shoes
Yeah, and if you trippin' then I'm trippin'
Don't feel comfortable with stock, I'd rather tell the fists extended
Lick my top, no more, so harsh the way I, and they start kickin'
How the fuck is you a demon, but I ain't never done no sinnin'
Fuck a side, don't finish jobs, they goin' down for the attempt
They don't got a hope to catch that boy, I know for sure that I'm gon' get him
On my nigga's turn to go, he a shooter if he with me
Bare faced, with no mask, he see my face before I killed him
Tried to blow but then he missed
Every shot I threw I hit
These random niggas tryna beef
I never knew niggas exist
Had no time to bounce out
Thought I'd start blowing through the tent
Tried to range in a beam
You never giggled on the skit
I'm cupcaking with this bitch
And tryna get the details
And how the fuck is you a donkey?
Every sketch you pulled you failed
Why the fuck you tryna run if you know fully you'll go tail?
Outside patiently waiting
Die tryna get his mail
Really nigga