(Yeah) Y’all know what the f#ck going on f#ck n#gg#
(Yeah) 1200 n#gg#, 1200 gang(Yeah) sh#t n#gg#, AFH gang shit(Yeah) n#gg#
Angels from hell f#ck n#gg#(Yeah), quit playing with us f#ck n#gg#
Know how we rocking(Yeah), we up in this b#tch(Yeah)
I pull up with sticks (Sticks!)
And that n#gg# be crying ol’ little bitty b#tch (b#tch!)
I had shot at his n#gg#, I know that he sick (Sick!)
Took the chain off my chopper, I know it’s gon’ rip (Rip!, yeah yeah)
Treat that boy like a dog, so he eating the kibble (BAH!, yeah yeah)
Bullets stay in the chain round put it to his lip (Lip!, yeah yeah)
Put that lil n#gg# on water so I sunk his ship (Haha)
Said f#ck that sh#t, his b#tch on the tip, yuh
b#tch I got this wock in my cup (Cup!)
And my bro clutch .45 double it up
If that boy acting slow, he get hit with the slugs (Yeah!)
Bro hop out and hit em’ yeah his #ss gon’ slump em (Yuh, yeah!)
My bro hop out the scat and you know I start dumping (Yuh, yeah!)
And we running ones n#gg#, ain’t doing that jumping (Yuh, yeah)
And he said he wan’ do it, my blood get to pumping
So we had a bad day
Get to pulling out choppers my n#gg# we spray
Get to pulling out beams you get hit with the ray
And yeah these hands gon’ get that boy out the way
No you is not spitting sh#t on that little project (Project!)
You tweeting me n#gg#, you ain’t even slide yet (Haha)
And b#tch #ss little n#gg#, you ain’t sell a pie yet (Huh)
Ol b#tch #ss little n#gg# got robbed for his bike yeah (What, what, what yeah)
Deep in my thoughts when I was locked in the cell
Can’t f#ck with us n#gg# we angels from hell (Angels from hell)
Put your #ss on a cross with some motherf#cking nails (Angels from hell)
Got a chopper my n#gg#, that b#tch finna yell (Haha, yeah)
I shot that little boy in his legs so he fell
Shot the lips off that n#gg# so his #ss can’t tell
f#ck that b#tch, so she singing yeah just like Adele
Ol broke #ss n#gg# making music on a Dell
No he can not f#ck with us (f#ck with us)
Nah (Nah!)
So we had told the little n#gg# yeah just to walk (Walk!)
If he got a problem put his #ss on white chalk
I got (I got the!)the wock, I got the rock (Yeh!)
Flexing your sh#t, you will get robbed (Yeh!)
I got the fetti gon’ take off your top
(Haha) Shot that little n#gg# right at the stop sign
Handle your little n#gg#, yeah cause he not mine
Tell me drop the lo’ n#gg#, I’m finna drop mine (Drop mine)
My n#gg#s stay clutching’, nah you ain’t finna rock mine (Rock mine)
Your b#tch stay f#cking on me, she got a c#ck mind (Cock mind)
You dead n#gg#, yeah, if you throw up that drop sign (Drop sign)
Hit that boy with my heat, yeah, it got hella sunlight (Sunlight)
Rocking a Faydo, (Yeah) your n#gg# gon’ pay tho (Yeah)
Yeah, they rocking with KAZÖ,(Yeah) Your n#gg#s gon’ lay low (Yeah)
sh#t sit on the shelf,(Yeah) and my bullets got hella (Yeah)
Tell a soul n#gg#,(Yeah) I’m finna shoot at your melon (Yeah)
n#gg#s yeah, they (Yeah) stay with the motherf#cking Glock (Yeah)
Got a .257 (Yeah) that’ll take off your top (Yeah)
You wan’ talk all that dumb (Yeah) sh#t, tell em’ to drop (Yeah)
And that sh#t that he made (Yeah) n#gg#, that sh#t a flop (Yeah)
Ok I’m rocking with 1200 (1200, 1200, 1200 yeah)
Shot at a p#ss# boy, yeah, it’s like 1200
We invading sh#t n#gg#, yeah, just like a 1200 (1200, 1200, 1200 yeah)
Killing little n#gg#s off n#gg#, just like a 1200
Yeah ima shoot up this b#tch (Playa $in Don’t play with you!)
Yeah ima shoot up this b#tch
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