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(Eeh-eeh) yeah, turn that shit up some
(Eeh-eeh) nah mean?
I want to feel it in my soul, my nigga
Gotta give these niggas that gospel, ya feel me?
Machine, bitch
Griselda, nigga
Yeah, you know what I hate, though?
It's always one of you bum ass niggas that be talking
All wreckless like ya'll niggas really live that life
Like ya'll niggas really 'bout that, nigga
Put one of you niggas on a t-shirt nigga
For real nigga
I'm from the hood nigga
All I see is bodies
Everybody, they got a body where I'm from
Get a strap from somebody, there's probably a body on the gun
My little shooters will body anybody under the sun
One nigga mention my name, everybody getting the drum, for fun
Look, I don't let a fuck nigga by me
'Cause they just wanna be under a King, like Kyrie
Niggas took the Love out the game like Olynyk
So use your head, nigga, before you get a hole in it (for real)
50 shot fold ups, I unload the shit
Had niggas running and ducking and jumping over shit (brrrr)
I pull up on you, it's over with
In one year, I watched my brother take over shit (what up nigga)
G-Star Raw, Balmain moto shit (cap)
Hibachi filet and shrimp, my Kyoto dish, huh
Your Cuban hollow, your Rollie tick (hahaha)
I'm doing drive-bys dolo, I'm a soloist! (cap)
Even if it's broad day outside, I'm still letting off the k outside
Nigga I'm shooting like Klay outside
'Cause ever yday a nigga's gun spray outside
And I ain't trying to lay outside
I'm from the hood where the G's sell gay outside
It could be four in the morning, nigga they outside (whoo)
Kick his door down, rob the nigga barefaced
Blow his fitted on the back hall staircase (cap)
Nas' baby mama got the scared face
She gonna take me to their safe
You ain't a fly nigga, everything you wear fake (I see you)
Rocking Fashion Rebels letterman, the sleeves are rare snake (cap), uh
My dawg got a rackateer case (free my nigga)
Taking it to trial, I hope he gets a fair shake (cap)
And you rap niggas disgust me (ah)
One of the illest out, you've gotta discuss me (for real)
Good kid, but I let the streets corrupt me
Fuck around, your life gonna come to an end abruptly (on duck tape)
I'm that nigga I must be, huh
Fuck a bitch once, and now she's trying to cuff me
You ain't a shooter, your gun dusty
Black tape on the handle, the 38 rusty (pow, pow)
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout
Ayo Daringer man, I got these niggas, man
Conway the Machine, S-E Gang nigga, Griselda bitch (brrt)
You know how I do, you know how I play nigga
Westside what's popping nigga
Yeah, yeah