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BK
He diss, so we'll come get him
.45 came with a switch
Jump out, take turns, split the hat down the middle
Two blicks what he got hit with
So, they can't really tell which killed him
He got blitzed and told he a bitch
But them opp ass niggas still wit' 'em
Okay
We catch a nigga down bad and flip
Call ready lil' bro caught one in the temple
He dead, the hole in his face like a dimple
He scared, he don't wanna slide, it's simple
Huh, alright, okay
He don't wanna slide, that nigga a plain
He is not my kind, might talk to the jakes
Send the car outside, but it will get shanked
Whoa, whoa, I spot a opp, we in traffic, I flip him
'308 fully, it sound like a missile
Jump out on a nigga, try eating and grill him
Boom, boom, boom, flaow
That crashout through, get down
Big stick hold 100 rounds
Catch your teammate, creed, knock him down
We the ones causing hell in the town
Get a nigga knocked down for a gram
Really movin' shit ass over sound
She been tryin' hit, bitch, goddamn
And I pull up-, uh, uh, uh
Pull up SRT, I might do a donut
That nigga sweet so we call him coroner
He said he gon' shoot me and I'm like, "On what?"
Okay
We catch a nigga down bad and flip
Call ready, lil' bro caught one in the temple
He dead, the hole in his face like a dimple
He scared, he don't wanna slide, it's simple
Huh, alright, okay
He don't wanna slide, that nigga a plain
He is not my kind, might talk to the jakes
Send the car outside, but it will get shanked
Ay, I spend a bag on my bitch, drop a bag on a opp
Boy, that bag really get shit gone
Too many niggas pump fakin'
I'm scared they gon' tell, so I rather just spin on my own
The bitch that you love, the bros been cracking
He jugged on a postal person, he ain't that
Lil bro, he been overworking, swear, he over-lurking
Tryna turn a opp to a pack
Tha-that's a new one
Get him smacked and act like I ain't do nun
The opps stay red and the racks stay blue
Throwing that plank 'cause he ain't wanna shoot
Know this ho in the H wanna be my boo
Wanna be my freak bitch
I can't love you, baby, you don't eat dick
Go on with your mood if you want to
Play with my money, that's some shit that you don't do
Hell, yeah, it's real strict around here
No, you cannot get in, you ain't been around here
Spot a opp, I'ma shoot throw a bitch to his crib
In the A with BK, niggas know not to play
If he comin' this way, better play this shit safe
Havin' this shit in real life, havin' motion
Drop bands on a feat
Take a pic and I'm postin'
Eugh, eugh, drank got me leanin', I'm loaded
Ain't sippin' codeine, bitch, I'm sippin' on potion
I'm sippin' on some shit that'll fuck you up
BK
He diss, so we'll come get him
.45 came with a switch
Jump out take turns, split the hat down the middle
Two blicks what he got hit with
So they can't really tell which killed him
He got blitzed and told he a bitch
But them opp ass niggas still wit' 'em