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(Darrow Boyz on this bitch man)
(Cmon)
(Alright)
I'm papestackin, different traction and runnin' to the stacks
Look me in my eyes, said you love me, but I know it's cap
Dog shit up in my jeans, got money glitchin' hacks
The opps was giving statements to the feds, I knew they ass was rats
Said that you won't fold on game, but you a different quitter
I lost my cous, man that shit hurt me, now I'm a different nigga
Fuck with gang, they all tweakers, so all they pull the triggers
Pop up at the function, shoot the scene, this a motion picture
Popped up at the function and took your bitch and I ain't even had no fit
They claimin' he that nigga on the street and he don't even got no stick
Yo nigga, ain't even touch the court yet, I swear he throwin' bricks
Who the fuck shot him? That's Ai, he got the best flicks
How you pocket watchin' and you don't even got your own cheese?
That broke shit a virus, these niggas done created they own disease
Pulled out my left wrist, the temperature dropped a few degrees
When I find the one, I promise I'm takin' that girl overseas
I gotta get the money, when I see pape, you know I'm straight fiendin
We loadin' up, hella chops, and they all beamin
These bullets pass rush your zone, ain't no slip screenin
Yeah, come on
These bullets pass rush your zone, ain't no slip screenin
Sweepin' all my opps with this chop, I'm a great cleaner
Got a nice hook with the left, but the right meaner
My switch workin' out the opps, now they look leaner
Man he fuckin' up the vibe, take that nigga home
I'm high as fuck, me and the plug thought he was Post Malone
I left my kids up in her mouth, see they chaperone
Got designer crosses over all of my hoodie, bitch, you know it's chrome
Designer all over my body, might as well call me a junkie
I gotta keep a roster, I just pulled a hoe off Monkey
My pockets gainin' weight, them bitches lookin' a little chunky
He walked out after a week, I swear these niggas flunkies
Once you in, you can't get out lil' bro, don't run from the grind