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Yet these were another one, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Bumped down on the opps with buttons
Ran down on a nigga and knocked him off
I guess he ain't see us comin' How bout grr-grr
Hawked him down, these niggas went to runnin'
I can't up a dub, but ten in blues, the opps ain't got no money
Switched too fast, drenched his ass fff
The Nick conduct it Gassing him up to spend on nuts
His dumbass daddy shuttin' the trust
Ain't popped a nigga in a couple months
I'm finna go slide, I'm gettin' rusted
Like his mans, we popped him up
But he ain't died, a bitch got lucky
Come to the crib, my bitch wanna fight
Fussed and fucked, the bitch be buggin'
Went on a drill and the Nick got killed
Don't ask me shit, cause I don't know nothin'
I got a switch on back of this Glock
Went to a rat pass, I'm tryin' to tuck it
Ain't just Tony guns for fun niggas
Spin out west, didn't tell him we done it
We on the way to the top, still around with choppin' opps
We puttin' them under
Four niggas on that hit
They ain't know it was who when we shot We let off a hundred
Aim for the face, the neck, or the chest when we shoot
Last Nick caught one in the stomach
Built for this shit, caught it, and they vomit
Nigga out runnin' some guns, uh, uh, uh, uh
Like Austin Stoke, Coast Hunter One of them faces, real deal gunner
Killin' his mama, won't see her next summer
Down for cloud, I was gettin' dumb and dumber
Hittin' his head before he fairly stumbled
762 make a big nigga tumble
Killin' the killers and whoever's sons Creep up, fff, fff
Knew he was hit, heard that ah
Fuck the opps Bitch die, fuck his mama, bitch cry
Leave a bitch, bitch bye, want me dead, bitch try
Blah, blah, that's that fi, another opp bitch in the sky
Creep up, fff, fff Knew he was hit, heard that ah
Fuck the opps, bitch die, fuck his mama, bitch cry
Leave a bitch, bitch bye, want me dead, bitch try
Blah, blah, that's that fi, another opp bitch in the sky
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh She like when I backstab her
Niggas be tryin' to kill, then get some money
These niggas be ass backers
It ain't a bitch I want that I already had
The baddest hoes, we bagged them
Niggas be tryin' to run
Like we playin' If these choppers shit, we gon' tag them
D.O.A. got caught, we smashed them
We caught his mans, but he missed when we passed him
Fucked up the hip, wrote you thirsty blastin'
What the fuck is you doin', nigga, we coulda had him
Ousted us, they know we harassin' him
Just like his mans, we catch him and clap
Like a thief in the night, we creep up and drag him
Ripper go get him, come here, grab him
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, 200 on dash, I'll pull up for him
Drop my mask, spell out blowin' Made niggas crash, caught on turns
Don't listen to opps, they a bad influence
What a nigga wanna do, let me know we can do it
Killing you and your crew if you say we into it
As she glitz for the gun, we can shoot her some movies
Fuck my opps, we overactive before nigga fall on the ground
She's shooting his ass, Make sure you over clap him
We box a nigga in from different ends We gonna booby-trap him
One of them shadows to jump out the back of them trucks nigga
I am not no rapper
Come on. Let's go. Come on
Let's go, come on, let's go, come on
We people facin', we jump out a bag
I'm somebody, so I'm finna lose their life
Cosmic 17 from out the button
Give me that joint, use it right
Pop me a hop out the regular V
Uh-uh, ain't me have to use the strike
Yeah, a nigga round me, pop somethin' up
I be damnin', Maz ain't use they pipe
Let off 40 and cap on sprain
He ain't make it so wild, they prayin'
Told him the day that we bump, it's a D-O-A
The fuck did he think I was playin'?
Bounced out the back of the truck with three Ks
They think we run with the clan
This my chop, don't show no favor
Tears a man bite, I felt that fin
Cause they check out your cap on hand
He ain't gettin' up, cause he gas for breath
We make sure niggas see that white light
That mean he closer to death
Hit a nigga up when he try to run out
Left possessed by the steps
They can't say shit, flop out, TTA
Nigga, all my shooters like stuff
Folly fucked, he ain't gettin' up, fff
That's for acting tough
Came from the corner and bagged him up
While them dumbass kids had to gas him up
I know we handin' out smoke
But we really be coolin' this shit that they askin' for
And these bitches go through the cops
But I knew he was dead way before the glass had blood (Let's have)
Ay, screw passin' me the remote
Checked Channel 9 he checked
Bro still mad, say he ain't satisfied
Cause he want three more stretch
Went on side of his house
Cause ready to spoon, but he ain't come out just yet
Soon as he open the door
He catch tens to the face
And we put his ass up next
Let off a hundred
We fiendin' for murder, Little folks try to run
But he come makin' further
Call with his bitch, but I ain't wanna hurt her
Think this shit a game
Take you out to serve, can't take a front
I won't bid for a worker, you trippin'
That shit ain't a part of my nurture
Go catch a beat, won't be part of my search
Can't swim with the sharks, you'll die in the surface
We spin the city with buns and shit
These niggas know how we do it
Niggas outside gettin' clout
Tryna kick it with hoes
Dumbass nigga
Catch Nick Lowe
Get hit with 300 block
I promise this bitch is abusive
New Jet 421
And the stuff with the back
Put a op on this bitch
I'ma use it