Mane, you know it’s crazy ’round here, b#tch-ass n#gg#
Free Chapo
Ayy, free 1106 too, b#tch
You know what it is with me
I’m on that Top 1-2-3 sh#t
Leave a p#ss# n#gg# stiff just like a statue
Show ’em what that bag do, must ain’t know we catchin’ hands too
Catch you, we gon’ stretch you, b#tch, you know I can’t look past you
And them b#tch-ass n#gg#s next to you gon’ get it, they gettin’ smashed too
f#ck a white flag, we wavin’ red flags
b#tch, I’m the type of man to push your f#ckin’ dreads back
You say it’s smoke, we at your throat, you shouldn’t have f#ckin’ said that
We let it blow, ain’t take his soul, but he can’t get his legs back
And stop flashin’ with that pistol with your scared #ss
Tell them boys stop askin’ ’bout they n#gg# with his dead #ss
Say I’ll bust your brain, it ain’t a game, b#tch, I’m deadass
Up the heat and burn ‘еm, we gon’ turn ’em to a fresh pack
Catch him, dump, it hit his stomach, fold him likе a flip phone
I’m paranoid, catch you one to the scalp, you better not flinch wrong
We face sh#t, ain’t like to chase sh#t had your favorite kicks on
This .45’ll hit his thighs and break his f#ckin’ hipbone
Leave a p#ss# n#gg# stiff just like a statue
I can show ’em what that bag do, must ain’t know we catchin’ hands too
Catch you, we gon’ stretch you, b#tch, you know I can’t look past you
And them b#tch-ass n#gg#s next to you gon’ get it, they gettin’ smashed too
f#ck a white flag, we wavin’ red flags
b#tch, I’m the type of man to push your f#ckin’ dreads back
You say it’s smoke, we at your throat, you shouldn’t have f#ckin’ said that
We let it blow, ain’t take his soul, but he can’t get his legs back
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