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Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
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Glizzy on me when I shoot it, that bitch go blatt
Talkin' out yo' neck, I don't think you wanna do that
Got some steppers with me, nigga, and that's a fact
And we all up them souls, I bet you niggas can't copy that
When we pull up, all four doors open, and that's a fact
Yeah, the driver jump out too, I bet you niggas ain't heard of that
Bitch, that Micro Drac', I got it, but you niggas been knew that
We just sent another up, now flame him up, that's a new pack
Bet no nigga step to me 'cause ain't no chance you make it back
We be glidin' through the bity, on the hunt for new opp packs
Niggas tweakin' on the 'Gram, bitch, yo' ass better relax
'Cause if I catch you, yeah, that's sixty shots sent straight to your hat
I got four for the hundred on the Thrax, bitch, where you at?
Got the highs and the lows, different flavors of that pack
I don't want no fuckin' Percs, I told y'all ass I'm done with that
But, foenem got the lows, if you need him, hit the jack
Bitch, I'm slidin' in a Venom 'cause they done burned up the Scat Packs
And all you pussy niggas hidin' 'til I get the drop to where ya' at
Come and kick down yo' front door, got my lil' sniper waitin' in yo' back
All you niggas playin' gangsta fairytale, it's just a act
And all that bappin' ass rappin' ain't gon' get you shit but death
And if I'm ever in that room, I rap, not talk, give me the chair
But if I see them lights, I'm up, I hit the gas, can't go to jail
I up this Drac' and get to clappin', clear a crowd, still loud as hell
Bitch, you know that it's fuck 12, I'd rather die than go to jail
And all them niggas that I-, I'll see ya ass in hell
Free my brother, give him bail
In the city I cause hell
Bitch, I'm hotter than these shells, these niggas know that I'm for real
Nigga tried to get away, we hit his back, and then he fell
Got up close and changed his grill
Lace your cleats when you in that field
'Cause this shit really get real, and watch these niggas 'cause they be 12