Mh-mhh, aye, you want some smoke with me?
Smoke who?
Ay, n#gg# what, n#gg# who, boy i never heard of you
Mommas cryin’ everywhere, n#gg# that’s what murder do
They see me goin’ on the {?}, up this .30 right at you
I got a couple n#gg#s left imma drop them {?} too
Run down on ’em, crack his head so i know he dead
They ratted on us, can’t beef with ’em cause them n#gg#s feds
Bullets had his top, i seen them drop, i gave ’em {?}
Pass me the Glock i bet i’ll pop and i {?}
All black with this mask we gon’ crip we the crippers
Ion need a gang, by myself with my neeners
Scratchin’ in my hand, it’s a itch up on my fingеr
I get to spinnin out the Glock that b#tch had turned to a singеr
Walk down gang we make sure to drop down
And his close {?} too she can’t see {?}
And i was tuggin’ on the block, the Glock hot ’cause the beam is on
And i was hot up in the trap, my Glock out so i {?}
Put me in the show i swear to God we thuggin’ out
And don’t you touch my securety, you know i got it on me
Ion need 100 n#gg#s cause i crip on my lonley
And Lil’ Tevo on the K he make you flip and get your dome spit
Ay, n#gg# what, n#gg# who, boy i never heard of you
Mommas cryin’ everywhere, n#gg# that’s what murder do
They see me goin’ on the {?}, up this .30 right at you
I got a couple n#gg#s left imma drop them {?} too
All black with this mask we gon’ crip we the crippers
Ion need a gang, by myself with my neeners
Scratchin’ in my hand, it’s a itch up on my finger
I get to spinnin out the Glock that b#tch had turned to a singer
We gon’ drop ’em body too, shooting sh#t like uncle Drew
Gucci shoes, Louie suit, Burberry in my clip
We gon’ hang ’em like a {?}, police ask my name im {?}
Shaming me, you shaming who, i get you murdered, shaming you
Give a f#ck what you bangin’ but i’m bleeding by the purple
Bullets hit him in his chest we gon give that boy a {?}
Shoot a snitch in his mouth, imma give that boy a girl
I put my dick in her mouth till it slurp it up and jerk
We don’t play for {?}, n#gg# we just play for Keeps
Knew this sh#t was really beef when i started loosing sleep
I spy with this choppa, we ain’t playin’ hide and seek
Rock out, rock out, we gon’ rock out, the thots out, so u know i got my c#ck out
The narcs out and my n#gg# put that pack down
You think that n#gg# still alive, b#tch was spinnin’ back round
Ay, n#gg# what, n#gg# who, boy i never heard of you
Mommas cryin’ everywhere, n#gg# that’s what murder do
They see me goin’ on the {?}, up this .30 right at you
I got a couple n#gg#s left imma drop them {?} too
All black with this mask we gon’ crip we the crippers
Ion need a gang, by myself with my neeners
Scratchin’ in my hand, it’s a itch up on my finger
I get to spinnin out the Glock that b#tch had turned to a singer
Mh-hmm, {?} gang, wo-hoa
{?} gang, runnin’ to, shoot like uncle Drew, Prr
Top Shotta, Don Dada, mhh-hmm
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