Ginseng
Are you ready kids?
Aye aye, captain!
I can’t hear you!
These n#gg#s throwing B’s up, thinking that they Bloodin’
n#gg#s throwing C’s up, calling you they cousin
n#gg#s holding guns up that only hold a dozen
Call of Duty clips, lil’ n#gg#, No Russian, aye
It’s Lil Chainsaw, now go and act hard
It’s Lil Nascar, now go and skrrt off
It’s Lil Chainsaw, now go and act hard
It’s Lil Nascar, now go and skrrt off
I put the work in the oil, them bricks of cocaine all just turn into butter (Work)
My wrist in the bowl, when n#gg#s was broke, the pennies all turn into hunnids (Racks)
Watch who you serving, these n#gg#s be ratting, they trapping, and work undercover (f#ck outta here)
My n#gg#s can’t find you, my n#gg#s is liable to slide through and murder your brother (Rrah)
Tie up your girl, shoot up your dog, grips on the burner be rubber (Blaow)
Splashing her grill, bukkake ya face, Mula should squirt on your mother (Slide)
MBF cause I’m blood (MBF)
Ran off too many times on the plug (f#ck outta here)
Ain’t paying sh#t back that’s a dub (f#ck outta here)
Infrared beams, on them machines, ain’t no such thing as the love (Rrah)
You feel like I owe you, you n#gg#s ain’t loco, you p#ss#, come take it in blood (Mula)
It’s the wardogs, what?
Breaking leashes, never called off, what?
In the wounds, rip the gauze off, what?
World War like it’s Warsaw
I grab the war saw, rest
It’s the wardogs, what?
Breaking leashes, never called off, what?
In the wounds, rip the gauze off, what?
World War like it’s Warsaw
I grab the war saw, rest
Banana clip hang out the gun in my briefs (Rrah)
Look out n#gg#, I’m the one on the East (Blaow)
Catch me I shush him right under a sheet (Blaow)
Running red lights with it under the seat (Skrr)
13 years old is when I jumped in the street
p#ss# #ss rapper don’t call no police (f#ck outta here)
Sos, I’m that n#gg# be f#cking your niece (Slide)
Let me go brazy then bust on her cheeks (Splash)
b#tch I’m blood, true story (MBF)
You’s a dub, You is a sl#t (f#ck outta here)
Wanna f#ck, cause she h#rn# (Slide)
Double cups in the morning (Po-up)
Pour up, private numbers, baby mother blow my trap phone (f#ck outta here)
Mac chrome, crack dome, break your backbones (Rrah)
These n#gg#s throwing B’s up, thinking that they Bloodin’
n#gg#s throwing C’s up, calling you they cousin
n#gg#s holding guns up that only hold a dozen
Call of Duty clips, lil’ n#gg#, No Russian
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