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Grrah, look Where I'm from, it really get gritty Grrah-grrah B*t*h, where I'm from, it really get gritty She don't know me, she poppin' her t**tie It get mixy, I'm flocking the st**chy Don't try to plot, 'cause them shottas be wit' me They gon' empty, it get risky Bullets hit him, he drop like he tipsy Too Tact, in the back of the renty 30 and better, so we clappin' plenty Run it up, I do that on the regular N***a broke, need to go get his cheddar up Keep Baretta tucked, ain't no lettin' up I keep MAC on me, that sh*t rеgular Who you settin' up, ain't 150, but bro, tryna wet 'em up I can't lack for a thot, I bе lettin' up, I can't do that N***a ducked when I aimed at his durag And that by had his pole, but ain't 'oot back, like who do that I be smokin' on Lotti, can't move fast Put a switch on a Glock so it shoot fast Let 'em run, hit 'em good off a perc, left 'em numb Made 'em run, ain't no front when I'm uppin' the gun He got hit, tryna put on a front He a actress, if he throw up that sh*t, we gon' clap him I hate goofies, I'm tryna subtract 'em If he ratted, why n***as still jack him? N***as slackin' but I'm not, bullets hot, make 'em stop He can't stand up, his b*t*h all on my d**k 'cause my bands up Caught 'em lackin' outside so I ran up Tell 'em, "Man up", that's that fan love Why he saying my name, i'on know homie I can't wait till we meet, i'ma show homie Man, I live what I rap, i'ma blow dolie And I'm real bold, I stood on that block, it was real cold Block hot, I was tuckin' the steel though I spot a opp, show 'em how it feel though B-B*t*h, where I'm from, it really get gritty She don't know me, she poppin' her t**tie It get mixy, I'm flocking the st**chy Don't try to plot, 'cause them shottas be wit' me They gon' empty, it get risky Bullets hit him, he drop like he tipsy Too Tact, in the back of the renty 30 and better, so we clappin' plenty 30 and better, so we clappin' more He talk hot, bullets smackin' his Jaw Spot a Y, get to packin' them all If 10 in the clip, then I'm clappin' it all That's on bro, I can't show no remorse I'ma stand over him if he fall, tryna run Lil thot, wit' it all, tryna rump I ain't goin' no where if I don't got the gun Face you a b*t*h, you was Coppin' a plea in a jail I'on know you, so stop saying my name for some fans You like 30, I tote .30, it's like 30 bands up in my pants Why the f**k would I worry, get to shootin' and sh*t, if they rush me, I'm sturdy Bro, he be geekin' and sh*t, he might pop 'em a 30 He gon' slide on the opps wit' no mercy I swear I be geekin' and sh*t, I got PTSD, gotta sleep wit' the grip Catch a drop on the lo, i'ma squeeze on a b*t*h Ain't no droppin' my pole, i'ma leave wit' this sh*t Since a jit, b*t*h, I really been active He got hit, 'cause he really be lackin' Move wocky, and I'm gettin' to packin' 3 chops when we stuck up on traffic B*t*h, where I'm from, it really get gritty She don't know me, she poppin' her t**tie It get mixy, I'm flocking the st**chy Don't try to plot, 'cause them shottas be wit' me They gon' empty, it get risky Bullets hit him, he drop like he tipsy Too Tact, in the back of the renty 30 and better, so we clappin' plenty
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