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Know it's a couple of switchin' choppers
I'm in public, ain't goin' out like C4G
Just watch how I jump out and blow when they see me
A lil' bit better when I get on feet
You ain't gotta ask who I'm smokin', I'm full of that meat
Girl, bitch, you got left in the sleep
A nigga had Trae come around and they fucked they side
I'ma leave a nigga like TG
Ain't nobody outside, niggas only be spangers on live
Free Blow, he a real deal smacker
Stuck in the middle, sometimes I'm a full-time spinner
The locks come around, I'm a rapper
Hit up that shit, know it's ugly
If it's over 200 come through, leave that bitch a disaster
Man, I get caught by yourself, it's just you and this .40
Just see if your bitch had faster
One hand got left in the bed and another
Dead-ass nigga got left on the couch
Niggas just pumpin' they guns when they get on the beat
Niggas know who really bumpin' down
It's a whole lot of green ass niggas tryna blow up with rap
I catch 'em, they know it's a wrap
Whoever gon' be on that side when they shit get hit
Nigga better know how to get down
Knowin' it's ten out of ten, he ain't duckin' that button
I don't know why a fuck nigga try
Who done got left with they ass in the earth?
Shooter smokin' on Trae and that thing's how he die
I still 'll go get in that car 'fore I rather
Go get in the stu' tryna see somethin' drop
I pull up at landlord somethin' like you late on the rent
Introduce a nigga to that chop
Nigga out here tryna hit for a SRT Stryker
He should've stayed up on the porch
Catch him, I'ma hit at a nigga
Ain't finna be sendin' no message goin' back and forth
We bring that shit to his house
If he ain't comin' out, we gon' catch a nigga at that door
We givin' out head taps, you get your head tapped
Soon as he show me that TEC, I'm blowin'
On everything full, I really don't fuck with the semi
I took off his face with a tap
He ain't gon' get out of here
YTC been a new player, I took a nigga head down
We hit that shit three times in a week
Every time we been, it's a hundred-plus rounds
I'm really a smacker, these niggas ain't steppin' on shit
Niggas doin' they thing for some clout
Suicide Trae, they smokin' out the boat
Wonder who died tryna save a ho
Nigga can't come 'round four, he ain't blowin' that pole
I shot fast, I open up that door
.390 Toe in the back of that Wraith
It make sense for a fuck nigga try to get low
Talkin' 'bout a last meal, that was the last meal
I'm lil' Meek, I'm smokin' that ho
Really a front line shit, when they see me alone
You can play with this shit if you want
I'm Mr. Jump Out The Block, tell them bitches free Blow
And I'm really Mr. FTO
Hmm, no further fall out
Let's do it