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1.3
Punch me in
Stomp the yard by two, put shit in the ground
We finna black out the counter, fell in love with the honey
I'm tellin' about the rhymes, but we still havin' money
And we push up on niggas who sayin' they done it
Hit a nigga in the head, he ain't die here, dummy
That shit that I seen, lil' bro, you'll vomit
Keep tossin' that pape', but he keep on fumblin'
First nigga play switch, we don't do too much rumblin'
In the studio overtime, he know what he doin'
At first, it was a crash shot, now he influenced
Like, how you get bags back? Nigga, we fluid
Yeah, I'm up with that check, I tell him to do it
And you can't come around, you ain't riding the Buick
Coming straight out the rental, that's somethin' to do
When you come to the trap, gotta make an appointment
My man jump out tryna get his opponent
I don't know what you're saying, niggas die for a comeback
Baby takin' them Xans, move slow like a zombie
I be tellin' them chill, but he still know to wake up late night, get on that road for a hunnid
I push niggas awake, they stay leeching for crumbs
Plugged in with a mingle, I come to the fore
Been workin' that pot, you can check out my arms
Free Queso, niggas ain't never seen it done
Five quarter, I cut, ten-fifth your half
I'm scrubbin' and dubbin', on blocks, take baths
That album be junk, take that shit to the trash
They ran up a check, now I'm servin' them fast
Couldn't make it to the free way, long live E-way, bro just hit it through the glass
Got Pop on the way, we got Larry up here
We can't free all the opps, they ain't get no pass
Niggas don't need to take the trash, .556, bro, dumpin' the mag
Shit, he get scared, bro, put on your mask
No gloves on the kid, bro, workin' his hands
We catch him, we stamp him off the love for bands
With two twin Glocks, they screamin', "Free Sam"
We was in and out records, if you know, then you know
Now all my bros up in the jam
Stomp the yard by two, put shit in the ground
We finna black out the counter, fell in love with the honey
I'm tellin' about the rhymes, but we still havin' money
And we push up on niggas who sayin' they done it
Hit a nigga in the head, he ain't die here, dummy
That shit that I seen, lil' bro, you'll vomit
Keep tossin' that pape', but he keep on fumblin'
First nigga play switch, we don't do too much rumblin'
In the studio overtime, he know what he doin'
At first, it was a crash shot, now he influenced
Like, how you get bags back? Nigga, we fluid
Yeah, I'm up with that check, I tell him to do it
And you can't come around, you ain't riding the Buick
Coming straight out the rental, that's somethin' to do
When you come to the trap, gotta make an appointment
My man jump out tryna get his opponent
My man jump out tryna get his opponent, uh
1.3