Smoking, thrax in LA on a yacht
Mixing {?} I don’t care what you got
Call up giela we might shoot a opp
We get money we don’t care about no thot
Thirteen I was selling that rock
Fourteen now, they asked me to drop
Let me hold you let me keep you on lock
XD on me, guarantee it’s gonna pop
Four or five shots yeah, his body, gonna drop
Just like 2k yeah, his #ss gonna flop
I ain’t talking {?} somebody go get the mop
Yeah, spilled too much dr wock
President in the trap I feel like Barack
We put him up in the sky like a box
No, Lil uzi this Glock finna pop
He ain’t go to the doctor yeah, his heartbeat stopped
{?} talking he got put in the box
Step a n#gg# like Lil Freddy and Jason
Goddam I don’t know why they hating
Smoking, gas, and she say I look asain
{?} yeah, Kato drive-by we gon spin at that car
Leave him, blind aiming straight for his eyes, kicking stuff, I’m in LA with my guys
On {?} tryna see what to buy
Yeah, talk on my brother it’s a homicide I tell your b#tch come and hope in the ride
Talk on the dead but he {?}
Two shots to the face how the f#ck he ain’t die?
{?} n#gg# 30 bands, in my pants
Walk in that b#tch with the Glock in my hand
Tryna {?} these hands
I’m in the trenches and my money dance
Feel like Kobe leave a n#gg# deceased
Kill off xans cause a young geeked
Your b#tch see me, and she turn to a freak
One on one you could never be me, Gang
Lil b#tch
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