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This beat oc bran I gotta give you yo props nigga
On bro
I'm about to punch this bitch tho on the dead niggas
I ain't keepin' it either nigga
Don't say you ain't keepin' it, you ain't keepin' shit
I've been tryin' to stop killin, yellin' stop the violence
We still tryin' to get the opps hit, these niggas keep on hidin
Send me the beat, hit up bran, watch me keep on slidin
Popped a pill and threw that bitch up, I'm like one more from dyin
I'm tryin' to chill, I can't go out from no overdose
I ain't trippin bout no bitch that I done lost, we been got over those
I never needed no one but myself, fuck these bummy hoes
And my Glock ah make a nigga strike a pose like a fashion show
You swear you dangerous, but you funny nigga stay in school
I got somethin' to change your life like a Mousekatool
(Oh toodles)
How the fuck was you a warrior?
Now up with the birds like you Jordan Poole
Get that eight-ball off your notes, nobody interested
My black nigga sellin' white balls like he privileged
Just put a nigga in a full nelson, Ricky Henderson
His body went missing, closed case, nobody missin' him
Rich can probably change the weather, I felt the rain comin
Pocket full of fent, I threw it up and got the plane jumpin
Swear to God I hate niggas I'm about to hang somethin
With the same niggas since a youngin' bitch, I can't change on them
I can't switch up, my nigga not at all
I got shooters like Mike, might fuck around and teach you how to ball
Catch him before the end of autumn, we tryna see him fall
Got my niggas strapped up and outside as soon as we get that call
Up late as fuck, I'm tryna punch in at three AM
Cash a check, I'm up a band, I just caught my stim
I can't miss for shit, somebody better go and change the rim
I ain't signed, but had a record trappin' Coulda Been
He goin' campin' to find the light, but he don't got no stick
I'm tryna get put on with this bitch, but I don't got no flick
I'm on my way to space, told Morty hold on, let me grab my Ricks