Really I be chilling bookers still get on some gangster sh#t
Foenem walk em down, wipe his nose like a {?}
Plotting trynna face a brick, trough my hood we banging sh#t
I can’t stop my lil {?} from drilling so just pray they miss
f#ck the opps, slide up till their grave just to take a piss
Right on Houston, that’s where I was raised as a f#cking jit
If that sh#t don’t equal 1300 it ain’t making sense
We gone pinch yo sh#t up like gravity when we spray the nick
Damn how they catch him loafing, why he make a diss
Leave a n#gg# mama asking “why?” like she {?}
Trap house always open {?} still on the waiting list
Now I’m a star got all these bad b#tches trynna take a pic
Damn let me clear my throat for a second
How I make it I was selling dope its a blessing
In the trenches I couldn’t trust a soul but my Wesson
Target practice if I tell him go he gone wet it
Man down he just changed the score now go check it
I ain’t had nothing in my pockets now its gold on my necklace
Sex addict, for these bad hoes got a fetish
Semi-automatics we went let them blow if they testing
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