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Go, go
Got too much guap, I cannot stop
In the hills of Aberton, got track, I'm stripped of gripe
We blattem' slattem, knock his head off, right the top
He tellin' talent, just like his name is Yung N' Klop
We got them bands now, hollow tips make em dance now
Y'all are so bored and snoring, I just wanna go for dance now
If I hit him, he rollin', goin', spinnin' here with the bands now
Double T to OGs, man
Yeah, uh, and we takin' his bands now
Yeah, you a hoe, you a damn clown
Supressor on, I ain't make no sound
I don't be givin' no fucks, I be countin' these bucks
Bad lil' hoe, you know she gon' suck
Shout out to David, I'm makin' her lust
Kiss her on the mouth, even after I nut
Double 007 I'm still pouring up
Bad lil' bitch, she all on me
Million dollars, but I'm still 16
Dripinoy punk & tyz
Robbin' this shit like Messi
Pull out the whip and i aim with that fye
Young nigga know that he ready to die
Send the balloons up in the sky
Drip too easy, you know I get fly
Can't fuck with these bitches, these bitches be messy
Kickin' shit like Messi
Cookin' a pot and I'm cookin' a stew
Yeah, yeah, yeah, this shit gets messy
Hoppin' on beats, spittin' knowledge
These niggas, they think I'm aggressive
Before I came up on this lil' rap shit
You know that a nigga was finnesin
Me Punk, drip, tyz
You know that this shit gon' be nice
Cookin' these niggas too easy
Yeah, cookin' these niggas like rice
Fuck with me and one of my gang niggas
You know you gon' pay the price
Aim with that nigga head
Bullet hit him, shit was precise
Bullets just hit him, that shit was precise
C-c-choppa bullets hit em that boy gon die
Hunnid ball on his head he gone cry
Tell her I love her, but that was a lie
Im with gang we gone get them bands up yea
Oh yea we gon' hit the parlay all day
And these niggas ain't pussy, they get sliced
Run up on gang, you aint gon' see the light
Hollow tips hit him he cannot fight
20 bands hit em that nigga, gon' die
Better look at my wrist, that shit got ice
Got a cocaine whip, that shit look nice
Hundred bullets hit him, now it's lights out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk in the motherfuckin' store and I buy it all
Swisher, nigga I'm boutta light it all
Hop in that muhfuckin tes and we gon' ride it out
30 bands say that nigga gone die now
Bullets in his head now he gone lie down
Bullets in his head now he gone lie down