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you know what I'm sayin'
King of 2k, man
Drop that bicket, man
Who this
What's your name
Snow
That's Snow, yeah
I'm Buggin'
Holla at me if you need somethin'
What's good Yeezy
That's Yeezy, y'all
Yeezy, y'all
Yeezy, y'all
Yo, let's get to work
Let's get started
Yeah, let's get started
That s**t took me 5 minutes, man
Mainly, that s**t was about nothin', man
That s**t regularly
That s**t could've done that
F**king shot man
S**t regularly
S**t regularly
Hoodie could've did that, man
Hoodie man could've did that
Who was this n***a, though
I don't know
I ain't never seen him
I don't know
Who was this n***a, man
You don't know this n***a
I don't even think SOD wrote that s**t
I don't think SOD.
I don't think.
I ain't even write that s**t
Honestly, I don't think none of them n****s wrote that s**t
I ain't write that s**t, man
I just get rap-type s**t
Gus, what's up, man
Gus, what's up
What's up, n****s
It's not even rap
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What's up
Ain't that your man
He a fat freak, ain't he
Nah
Nah, what's up
You a funny-ass n***a
I wouldn't do that, man
Funny
Gus
Funny ball
Gus set that up, man
He set him up
He wanted him dead, I think
Yeah, Gus
Gus said.
He probably ain't f**king with Gus, man
You put a check on his head
Yeah
He got it, though
He got what he wanted, right
He dead
Look
Look, come on, man
R.I.P
R.I.P
Koli, man
R.I.P
Koli
That's touchy, man
Jagged
Why you send him out
He a jagger for that
What's up, man
They're calling you a jagged Gus for that
What's up
When you're best beat, Koli couldn't f**k with n****s, man
Koli, man
Why
He don't like him, I don't think, man
Come on, man
You get him stamped
Gotta get him stamped, man
Don't get that n***a
I don't wanna do that
Yeah, man, come on, man
Come on, that n***a got a sulky-ass cone on
He a good guy
Koli a good guy
He got a sulky cone on, bro
Koli a family people, I think
He a family guy, I think
Yeah
He ain't got no money, so I was in a trap, bro
I wouldn't hear that s**t, man
What you have on, bro
I wasn't in a trap
Where that s**t at right now, man
You need that now
You seen my trap gear
Trap gear
Phone gang
Phone gang, though
His trap gear was a lot of s**t
Money team
Yeah
Phone posit, money green
Yeah
Phones on
Yeah, I see
You know what that is
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
You know what that is
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I see him
I see y'all
F**k it, though
Ain't about that
Running streets
Yeah
No, we running streets
No, me
I'm the next up for the team
Tell me
N****s ain't coming back after this, man
Nah, that's it
It's a body bag, man
That's what's up, bro
I ain't
N****s told us not to do it, bro
We just said f**k it, bro
We just whomped them
Yeah
We had to pull out the whomp
Free whomp
Yeah, free whomp
Nah
That's the track called Free Whomp right here
Free whomp
Yeah
Yeah
That's the track
Free whomp
Free whomp
Free motherf**ker over here
Yeah
It's a body bag for this one
He holding it down
Free all my n****s, man
Yeah
Yeah
We cooling, though
Free whomp
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
It's a body bag for this one
A body bag
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
It's a body bag
Free whomp
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Free whomp
Yeah
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We wasn't rapping, we was trapping, then they woke us up
Mac shot to his ribs, get him broken up
You niggas dealing cards, man My niggas pulling cards
All I see is a joker when I pull your card
We wasn't rapping, we was trapping, when they woke us up
Mac shot to his ribs, get him broken up
You niggas dealing cards, But my Niggas pulling cards
Long range you, hit you from 100 Yards
Ain't no one on deck
That can stop me if I snap on you
Go and grab the strap and then dress in all black on you
This is not a act, I won't hesitate To clap on you, trey deuce on ya Back make it feel like it's Shaq On you, I hold weight you should Hit me if you need a pack, a rap Buzz would of helped you if you Had A stack, for a fucking verse Cause your bars the worst
I'll have Al-Qaeda out, ride it in a fuckin' hearse
The best around, in the booth, we don't mess around
And well respected on the streets, cause we stretchin' Clowns
And ya bars don't compare
Nigga better pound
Or fall back up off my nigga's ballsack
Just get chicken old head quit dick licking
I have you staring at twin glocks, like split vision
And keep dumping, nigga quit sucking
Red dot headshot, nigga, It's nothing
We wasn't rapping, we was trapping, then they woke us up
Mac shot to his ribs, get him broken up
You niggas dealing cards, man My niggas pulling cards
All I see is a joker when I pull your card
We wasn't rapping, we was trapping, when they woke us up
Mac shot to his ribs, get him broken up
You niggas dealing cards, But my Niggas pulling cards
Long range you, hit you from 100 Yards
Tana, get your man before I gotta get him stamped
And ship some where he won't be found, and that's word to Tam
Shit, cause I ain't with the dissing or the chitter chat
I make a call, my little dog, but where he living at
In all black, ski mask with the strap
The fuzz watching, so I gotta keep it rap
Man, you better stop it La before you hit with lots of shots
Cause Al-Qaeda can't save you, or your father Ah
You better keep my hood name out your mouth
Cause I just copped a chopper, can't wait to test it out
Aiming at your scalp, I hear another word
That's my word, all your thoughts will be laying on the couch
Damn, I told Reddy I wasn't gon' beast
But fuck it though, I let him know, we run the fucking streets
My name 8, and I get money
I'm a full blown bear with a beard, he just a big monkey
We wasn't rapping, we was trapping, when they woke us up
Mac shot to his ribs, get him broken up
You niggas dealing cards, man My Niggas pull the cards
All I see is a joker when I pull the cards
We wasn't rapping, we was trapping, when they woke us up
Not shot to his ribs, get him broken up
You niggas dealing cards, but my Niggas pull the cards
Long range you, hit you from a 100 yards
Yo chill man, you already know thiman, 8-Shot man
Kobe, 8-Shot, Bryant 3 on the way man
Mask Mamba edition man
Increase the murder rape man
The empire man
Yo Ready, this shit was light man
I ain't put no effort to this shit man
S.O.D. what's up man
You already know it's 40 wassup
Man, why you dirty ass do it man
You don't even want that kind of problem
S.O.D. man
Sitting on top of the world
Watching the stars go by
I got my head in a dream
Got my head in the clouds
I can fly
I can fly
I can fly
Teamwork lovehazy
Get high world
Get high
So get high
Get high
Get high
Get high
Get high
I be riding around trying to get my kitty up
On my T.I., Jeezy trying to fuck the city up
I got crack
I got haze and some sour though
Cooking chickens but I ain't got no flour though
I got product
Zombies looking for the power though
Just want respect
I got the money and the power though
Scared money don't make it
You a coward though
Clean this cash like it just took a shower though
Coming up
I was always down to make cream
Cause cash rules everything around me
Dirty money quick cash
Ain't shit free
So I bag it up
All types of work on the skizzy
Hit the block
Have my phone straight busy
Touching paper and all my niggas with me
Selling everything to the feds
Come get me
Lemonade, earrings, canaries
Look simply
I stay high
I stay fly
Tim's wheat
Coke white
But my bread stay rye
So get high
Get high
Get high
Get high
World get high
I can fly
I can fly
I can fly
So get high
Get high
Get high
Get high
So get high
Get high
Get high
Get high
Yeah
I, I, I, I, I get high and get my mind right
Three grams of blue cheese and have you sitting right
I got that work that had them players high all night
And play the block like Kid Cudi
Day and night
I, I, I, I, I got a
Dutch you try to get high
Where I'm from
Y'all hustle
Y'all get fly
Five, five hundred dime
How you get high
I smoke at least a pound a day just to get high
I, I, I, I, I get high
I get high
I can fly
I get high
I get high
Y Block Mugga
B.O.G. Mugga Gang, nigga