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I like this one Will
Go to war with any nigga. I don't got no picks
Wop said we got beef up in that north, heard JB mad bout a bitch
They send a diss but they don't never send no blitz
They not fucking with me, got my city mad about that ducky shit
Young nation call my phone and tell me that they wanna do some shit
But said I had too much going on, I had felt like that's some pussy shit
This shit crazy, that boy dissing but he used to be with us
He know how we play with the suspect, not the victim nigga
Now free that boy up out them feds so we can motherfucking split him
Stepping on these niggas bitch, still standing on that business
I lost ten everyday, that shit still be fucking with me
Riding with that 50 these niggas trying to get up with me
Trophy in my city, hold my wrist up bitch, that's more than 50
Reach for this, lose your wrist, that shit risky
Everyday I'm with them diggaz, road running trying to get rich
We put your bro up in that Swisha, 5800
I just walked in with 58 killers
The bro gone stalking, he gone pull up to your house and he gone creep
I let it talk and we gone put a nigga on mute
When we meet, I'm trying to make him meet the reaper
I'm in the coupe ride with a eater, hit his block, street sweeper
Clean his block, delete shit
ATM the big business, chop sound like ten niggas
She gave me the drop now I don't need her
Them youngs gone spin it like ballerinas
We got all these clips like Tarantino
Every pocket full of C-note, turn this head into a zero
HHP hero, in the field I'm Tim Tebow
Headshot, we gave him chemo
ATM I feel like Nino
Freedom machines, I really need it
And a demon, rhyme with a demon
These little niggas with me sleeves, bitch you know it's killer season
Free my motherfucking people