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Uuhhohuuuuhhhh
(Ayo Chris, I hit some that lean
This shit crazy)-uuhh
Uuhh
Uuuuhhhh
Walk through the door
A room full of shooters
Stand on business
Don't chat with computers
Uh (Uuuuhhhh)
No need for confusion
Thinking it's me, it's going to be you
Ooh, ooh
Sticking and moving
Bitches on dick
They like how we do it (Uh)
No love for these groupies, foolish
Choosing, for thinking they juicing, aye
Been trying to find a destination
So much weight on my shoulders, think I'm losing patience
Uh, yeah
Shit will get dangerous
Not using your head, I'mma rearrange it
Remember them days shit was real rainy
Too much in my head, fighting insanity, uh
Screaming loud just like a war cry
Need something to heal the pain, I've been hurt so many times
Uh, yeah
Ain't thinking 'bout crashing, blasting
Stay with a ratchet
Blicking, I ain't doing no dancing
Felling Satanic, uh
Can't fold or won't panic, uh, yeah
Demons, deep inside
Look at the pain, see it in my eyes
Niggas be pussy; hoes in disguise
Say you want smoke, I ain't goin' deny
Want to get busy? Nigga come and try
If it's pressure, nigga, then apply it
Wan' get goofy? Send you to the sky (Yeah!)
Ain't ducking no reck, nigga, I ain't hiding
Invitation, say "Bro, where the opps at?"
If you point 'em out, spot 'em
I got 'em, goin' drop that
Niggas running 'round, act like we locked in, Uh uh
I only stay with the bros, we is not kin
2023, whole lot of Gunna's and 6ix9ine's
He was gangsta until it was Drill Time
All this pain got my fingers on "feel mine"
Cracking slick make me move up your deadline
She eat the dick like a full plate
Fiends come to me cuz I provide the Flonase
You get a taste, gon' chase
Back to back like hitting banks, no you cannot wait
Really standing on business, ain't too much to say
Losing another one, I cannot take
Whole lot of Ks
Whole lot of Dracs
Is this really something you ready to face?
Still waiting on sticks from the A
And a Cali connect, take the trip out the bay
If you cop a dozen Ps knock off 200 each
These dummies think how you get rich selling weight
I'm really the shit
Ain't talking 'bout Laxative
Had to let niggas know who the master is
You want smoke but your pockets on negative
Lost your brother? Get done how your brother did
Ohhoh, we was selling raw
Until we start hitting it, bringing back more
(Awwaww)
Don't shoot for the stars
Luck and hope, it really break your heart
Shoot sumn
Know who slid and ain't do nothing
You ain't blasting, tell me, why you got a gun?
Yeah, I'm TwoHard but number one
Move wrong you done
(HunnittHunnitt)
(Aaaayyyyah)
(Haaahhh)
(Huuhh)
(Don't make a false move)
(You done!) (Fuck you talking 'bout? Goofy)
(HunnittHunnitt!)
Ayo Chris, I hit some that lean, this shit crazy,