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Nino, what up, my nigga
Yeah, AYN, nigga. 296, shit
Why these niggas playin' like we ain't there
They do niggas like they who? We do niggas like they jah
Catch em taking groceries in fuck it, hit em in his top
DD Die fa tryna box, that's what I always keep one top
Them niggas ain't got no bodies, tryna rap beef until niggas die
Last skit was tragic, I seen bro em drop a dime
Them city niggas keep on dissin' like we ain't pull through every time
Who tf is six sticks, we got more than six blicks
We ain't never need no hand out, lil' bitch, we been lit
Hit the block, hit the island, you gon' see more than ten sticks
And we still got that bitch that hit y'all mans in his shit
We do niggas like they Q
I got a lil' bitch from they side and she always throw the oop
And we ain't get lil' buddy yet, we tryna catch him with his crew
LOB ain't in our opps, cause Baby Mook ain't tryna hoop
Been put that bitch on seven flame, YPN can get his two
Do a bitch just like Kayla, if I get bumped, she know she through
And it's still fuck D.D. Curt, scream fuck him too Bitch
Dude, caught a headshot, we should've made that nigga famous
Most these niggas name on black and white, I've never been on papers
Only time we usin' lead is when we givin' out them stankins
Ain't never paid for a gen, boy, all I know is take shit
Don't try me out in public, get the blowing on some laced shit
All these niggas dissin, guess it's time to erase shit
You ain't heard about Lil' Zeke, you ain't heard about Lil' Mook
Caught his ass on the freeway, put them bitches through his coop
Yeah, everyone hear this bitch sing it