Am killing them , your killing them
Even f#cking Doc is killing them
TOFP money gang
Takeo?
Men y’all n#gg#s can not know what I’ve been through men
Y’all n#gg#s have no idea , that sh#t Crazy
That sh#t crazyyy
Homies call I would never fold
Stories told , Oven stove
Heat on me like am wade
Told my barber we about to fight
I need that fade
Blowing up the stage
Up in New York we shot it in Los Angeles , a movie without a script
Pay up n#gg#s want favors
n#gg#s busy tryna save b#tches while They homies is drowning i can Never understand that
p#ss# made n#gg# switch
Money madе n#gg# snitch
Got it from the gutter had to clean it Up kеys to every door like a Janitor , It’s a cold world outside , got me a Blicky , make it sing like Whitney Homies call I can never fold
Stories told , Over stove
Heat on me like am wade
Homies call I’d never fold
Stories told , Oven stove
Homies call I’d never fold
Stories told , Oven stove
Heat on me like am Wade
n#gg#s tryna save b#tches while they Homies is drowning i can never Understand it
p#ss# made n#gg# switch
Money made n#gg# snitch
p#ss# made n#gg# switch
Money made n#gg# snitch
Pay up n#gg#s want favors
n#gg#s busy tryna save b#tches
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