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Why this beat so complex
Pour me a 4, can’t drank no zip, I don’t punk sip nigga imma pour it up muddy
I hit the block with a big ass revolver
Duct tape for the grip yeah that motherfucker ugly
In a scat pack nigga used to drive buggy’s
Nigga block life outlaw, 2Pac thuggin
Knife on the stick fuck around get poked nigga say he want smoke why the nigga keep ducking
NawFR
My diamonds they chill, I just hitchhike on beats cause they know I be walking
Bad lil shit, she curved my game, so I fucked on her friend cause I know they be talking
Yeah bitch
I’m having these racks, pop a perk to relax, drive thе jeep like a cat
Still in the hood, Can’t go Hollywood, I might pull up on the block and sеll me a sack
NawFR
Since I came out that field, I was all the way deep trying to catch me a pick
Be feeling like Hank, I’m King of the Hill
We was selling them falcons but ducking them Vicks
NawFR
Don’t fuck with these niggas, I feel like a dike but my strap be real
Pull up with that judge, I sold him a bag, he say he was short 42 grams like Dugg
NawFR
*Claps 4xs*
Nigga that’s how it sounds when I’m hitting that stick
NawFR
*Pblrdddd*
That’s how it’s gone sound when I flip on that switch
NawFR
Might chip through a brick
Spent more on these shoes than spent I my fit
Yeah I rap with my stick, hit a lick
This what it sound like nigga when you just made a hit
Pour me a 4, can’t drank no zip, I don’t punk sip nigga imma pour it up muddy
I hit the block with a big ass revolver
Duct tape for the grip yeah that motherfucker ugly
In a scat pack nigga used to drive buggy’s
Nigga block life outlaw, 2Pac thuggin
Knife on the stick fuck around get poked nigga say he want smoke why the nigga keep ducking
NawFR
My diamonds they chill, I just hitchhike on beats cause they know I be walking
Bad lil shit, she curved my game, so I fucked on her friend cause I know they be talking
Yeah bitch
I’m having the racks, pop a perk to relax, drive the jeep like a cat
Still in the hood, Can’t go Hollywood, I might pull up on the block and sell me a sack
NawFR
Used to trap on the block with a 1.5 like I’m from the 6
NawFR
When I signed me a deal, when I came off that block still had dirt on my stick
Yeah bitch
I’m serving these bows, got me feeling like baby, 4 pockets they full
I’m from the street, but still keep it neat, rocking white tees, temp nappy like wool
Call lil bro we can do it in the jeep
Draco hanging out the AMG
Baguettes in the chain and the AP
BLR signed to a OG
Had that PNB Rock on the front street
Niggas know that I’m street like the concrete
Nigga thought I was riding with Durk them, 300 blackout on the front seat
NawFR
Pour me a 4, can’t drank no zip, I don’t punk sip nigga imma pour it up muddy
I hit the block with a big ass revolver
Duct tape for the grip yeah that motherfucker ugly
In a scat pack nigga used to drive buggy’s
Nigga block life outlaw, 2Pac thuggin
Knife on the stick fuck around get poked nigga say he want smoke why the nigga keep ducking
NawFR
My diamonds they chill, I just hitchhike on beats cause they know I be walking
Bad lil shit, she curved my game, so I fucked on her friend cause I know they be talking
Yeah bitch
I’m having the racks, pop a perk to relax, drive the jeep like a cat
Still in the hood, Can’t go Hollywood, I might pull up on the block and sell me a sack
NawFR