Grah, grah, grah
Alau on the beat
Jb gang
{?} gang, {?} gang
Ayo eli, what the f#ck?
Grah
Smoking on jiggy man
Wait hold up
Im a gbg baby, don’t step on these feets
You a thottie no shame in that sh#t (shame in that sh#t)
Grah, grah, look
Ha
Im a gbg baby, dont step on these feets
You a thottie, no shame in that sh#t (at all)
If i dont got the v, i’ma walk up on feet with this piece
I ain’t playing, i’m aiming that b#tch (grah, grah, boom)
I don’t dance to this sh#t (grah, boom)
Don’t tell her how dangerous it get (grah, boom)
He rappin’ bout sh#t he ain’t do
That could never be me, i would never be you (grah, grah, grah, grah, grah, grah, boom)
In the field with it, too real with it
I don’t hear n#gg#s, i don’t fear n#gg#s
Anybody could die at the end of the day
Don’t feel mе? you could deal with me
Anybody could slide, thеy don’t spin anyway (grah, grah, grah, grah, boom)
Two shots to his mind, gon’ send him away
Grah, grah, grah, grah, at the end of the day (grah, grah, boom)
I’m smokin’ on block, i’m smokin’ on shane
Oyk, i’m smokin’ on kane (oyk)
Word to my set im geekin’ all day
Flockin’ for nas, flockin’ for maul (grah, grah, grah, grah, grah, boom)
Mention that name, put this beam to ya face
You ain’t ready to ride, don’t get in the ride
Doa time we ain’t come here to play (what)
I’m lettin’ it spray, if somebody play (grah, grah, grah, grah, grah, boom)
Be damned if i go out like dummy
Sittin’ in a cab i ain’t goin’ like rah rah (rah rah)
I don’t know why they finding sh#t funny
They frontin’ thet move and that n#gg# went bye bye (bye bye)
I’m shootin’ em 9 times (9 times)
Grah, grah, grah, grah
Im a gbg baby, dont step on these feets
You a thottie, no shame in that sh#t (at all)
If i dont got the v, i’ma walk up on feet with this piece
I ain’t playing, i’m aiming that b#tch (grah, grah, boom)
I don’t dance to this sh#t (grah, boom)
Don’t tell her how dangerous it get (grah, boom)
He rappin’ bout sh#t he ain’t do
That could never be me, i would never be you (grah, grah, grah, grah, grah, grah, boom)
They like, “setty you be movin’ crazy”
He got shot by a 4, but he mentioned nas
Mikey a dick, heard he fell then he died
Joey got hit, did a twirl then he dropped
Talkin on {?}, what happened to ciggy? (ciggy)
Flockin’ for jayrip every other day (grah grah)
Sha got shot, shoulda stayed in his lane
Gee got hit, rah got hit
How many opps that got put in a spliff?
Get caught on the drive, bet i do a bid
If the gun jam up, he get beat with the grip
I ain’t clap him but you know i caught the assist
I ain’t cocky but you know who got all the hits
Been flockin’ for nothing since i was a kid
n#gg#s know what i jack im the neighborhood crip (grah, grah)
Nasi gang
Jayrip gang
Mauley gang, grah
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