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Fuck what u jackin
We bout that action
Semi automatic
We let em have it
They say they gutter but they really suckers
Send shots at ya brother
Two or three shots to ya stomach
It fucked up his liver he needs some assistance
Backwoods we smokin like two or three grams when we Splifin
Paranoia in my brain damn I think da shrooms starting to kick in
Shawty with me on the left side and I think she got me off my pivot
Sike
Cause I would never fall for bitches
Fell in love with these digits
Grams all in the kitchen
Look in my phone and I could see that my vending machines is winning
Ozzy gettin all this chicken
Niggas probably in they feelings
Lookin at me like da villian
I'm jus tryin to get my arm strong like popeye after spinach
Niggas try to play the victim
After some shit u witnessed
They don't live by no bro code
They jus some fucking bozos
Niggas like that we expose those
Pull up interior rose gold
I'm too cocky
And ya bitch head too sloppy
And there's nothing you could do bout me
So tell me whose going to stop me
And there's nothing you could do bout me
So tell me whose going to stop me
I ain't never jack no gang gang
But my niggas rep the same thang
We get money and maintain
Nbe bitch ain't shit change
Hollow tips tear up ya membrane
I plot out murders so insane
Plain, patek, philippe
Keep it discreet
Christian dior on my feet
The whip got peanut butter seats
Gun in the holster incase anybody creeps
Committing felonies in all black jeep
Ain't no witnesses cuz I left em deceased
Glock singing lullabies and it put you to sleep
What
Glock singing lullabies and it put you to sleep
Fuck what you jackin nigga
Bullets out the eagle I'm mcnabb em nigga