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This shit for baz we thrown b'zzz and all 3's must get creaked
Lately, I've been on some
Fuck this rap shit, niggas know how we come
We be on bounce out chasing nigga down
we giving all our free smoke
Won't get to inhale it bully
run fast, he lucky it
Was no more shots would've turn
Him gas, I'm telling
Got Murder for hire , just give us the rack
On bro we cracking this
Motherfuckin' melon
Bitch, gave my drop, I want em to
Try it, got fhhh on my waist
Ima bang till it's nothing
Outside past his bedtime
Bro made his ass dance inna street
Like he David Ruffin
Ain't tryna link
Don't text my phone, lil' baby
And the cop, I ain't doing no cuffing
He's out a diss then
We hopping in route
We leaving dem phones, time to chase me, sum
Hop it's a basket
You can't run, we bout that action
Got out close on Westside kev
When Bro walked up, that shit got graphic
Niggas die for playing tough
You diss one of us, we close your casket
B.M. died it hurt
This shit, you disrespect
Don't we do magic, uh
He a shot gang
I said it before we chase shit down
I'm the one nigga
Clocked out of his jock
Came out, dropped his fries
Got nailed to the ground
I can name ten different niggas
Shot one, got hit with the fhhh
Start falling around
Since 5-5 died
Ain't no get back
Keep rolling him up
Keep passing around
Don't know why niggas troll like
They up
5-5 died on the 5
Q5 got hit with the pound
Why they ain't pick him up
He dropped his fries
Hl , got cooked
With the bitch Westside
Just ain't get the fuck
They homies they ain't getting back they just clicking up switch blow like a fan you won't get to duck he got out the league
For throwing them C'sss
We chasing niggas down turn em runts
Ya man in dis L nigga died tryan fuck
I'm in the backseat
I pop the door jump out
for the guys
I'ma give them a ton
Niggas be dissing
But don't be outside but
We like to jump out
These cars just for fun
We chase shit down, nigga
Lately I've been on some
Fuck the rap shit
Niggas know how we coming
We bounce
Chase niggas down
We give them all
Free smoke
Won't get to inhale it
Bully run fast
He lucky it
Was no more shots
Would've turn him
Gas, I'm telling
Got murder for hire just give us the rack on bro we cracking his mother fucking melon
the bitch gave my drop I want them to try it got fhh on my waist imma bang it's nothing
Outside pass his bed time bro made his
ass dance in the street
Like he David Ruff
You ain't tryna link
Don't text my phone, lil' baby
Ain't a cop, I ain't doing no cuffing
He drop a diss we hopping in the route
We leaving them phones
Time to chase me something
Yeah
I hop out it's a basket
You can't run
We bout that action
Got up close on west side
Kev when bro walked up
That shit got graphic
Niggas die for playing tough
You diss on us
We close your casket
B.M it hurt to say
you disrespect em
We do magician