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I'm gonna survive it off them pops out this nigga
Yo, they sick about that last shot, nigga?
Nigga, haha
I know they sick about that
Ay, free Lil Waze, nigga, free Dada, nigga
Ay, hey, we the reason why your brother gone
You didn't even get back for that, but you making songs
Next girl on me, brody, watch me snatch your soul
And we ain't worried about no duh niggas, I would never go
But surely, if I don't leave that nigga stretchy, leaving critical (leaving critical)
Have to swap the nigga, and the tuck, it wasn't fittable (it wasn't fittable)
Hey, walking down, get up close, make sure that nigga gone
Every time that I call a sucker, I'm at that nigga home (I'm at that nigga home)
Don't try to open up your blinds like I don't see you peeping (don't see you peeping)
Chased down, trying to make sure that he forever sleeping
A hundred shells on they block, yeah, they forever sleeping
Came home and instantly started stepping, ain't no time for decent
I'ma catch him morphing in that low while he on Live teasing (why he on Live teasing?)
Don't believe shit, blood say he is not squeezing (he is not squeesing)
Still on they thought, thought, high block, man
Pipe his ass up on pop shots, he is not him
Totin' on some shit to knock your tires off your fuckin' rims
Every time they free another shooter, that's when the fun begin
I don't think nobody even died, let's bend the block again
Chopped hella loud, nigga, I kick like it's Jackie Chan
Paul Mandels, anti-social club, don't really do the prams
Huffs his bleak on him, watch him run from this F&N
Police don't know who did it, I got two names on real gang
Woke up with his glizzy and shoot a true flame
If it's a shooting in the West, this league the first to blame
Do you see a smile on my face? This shit is not a game
Pull up on him, I'ma hawk him down if he run away
(Ay) ay, I'ma hawk him down if he run away
I ain't know exactly what I'm smokin' and it's to the neck
The suckers hit my phone on trippin' shit, they geekin' through a text
Loudmouth forget you clap if you don't really step
To brag about that shit you never do, just put that shit to rest
Outside of your shit, so when I call, you know the deal, yo
Slashin' with that shit, but nigga, who did you get pissy on?
I can name a couple niggas now that I'm still gettin' on
We in the two and lows, it wasn't then, but we still two to go
Team street, murder block, shotta for the squeeze team
Niggas know we got the bitty backin', we the dream team
Help it on him, tryna take his neck off with this green beam
This type got green tit, it's gon' turn him to a string beam
Walker, we don't know shootin' up this vehicle
You get DP, niggas know that we get physical
Why is niggas runnin' from the hood?
Like we can't get to you, like we won't find his ass
Like we been searchin' for a Pikachu
Sorry, I been steppin' on your boyfriend, tell him to step it up
Please don't call your shooter 'cause my shooter shootin' neck and up
If we ain't put your load upon that skit, just know he messed it up
And turn the phone for homies, niggas boosie, please come check with us