Ayy, Bob, b#tch
I’m tryna slide, but the opps ain’t never outside
Pop me a pill, I’m ’bout to nod
I’m too fried, gotta close my eyes
Lil’ bro dissin’, I’m really tired
Up from the hip, now he expired
Outside his house like a spy
Tryna catch lil’ bro and send em’ up to God, like
And I’m sick of these n#gg#s, keep dissin’ me
And I’m done, showin’ that sympathy
I don’t respond, don’t mean that you b#tchin’ me
I’m tryna swing through yo hood, drop a fifty piece
And I’ma make it, you n#gg#s ain’t gettin’ me
Come and try, you gon’ go down in histoy
What makes you think that I don’t keep a blick on me?
What makes you think that I don’t keep a blick on me?
If I up, on bro, I’ma buss it
I catch a opp, he get clapped in public
Got away, see thе ambulance rushin’
Oh nah, brodie got rushed in
Got big sticks, you would think wе was Russian
BBG, he hot like the oven
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