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Biggs Out
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BabyTron
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Ayy, yeah, come on (I just walked in too, n***a) It's G.T., n***a (This sh*t off the dome, n***a) Ayy, n***a, what up? (Let?s get this sh*t in, n***a) Ayy, n***a (Big songs, n***a, let's go) Ayy I heard they let Biggs out Call [?] bring the BINs out Whip so fast, tap it and it spin out I remember they was young as hell, n***a whip a ten out True Religion [?] n***a, at yo b*t*h house white, n***a, let me get it in Flowing [?] when I stop, they spin Next week probably in Miami in a [?] I ain't even got no beef, all the opps dead come through all black but the guts red Bro, I only call yo b*t*h when I want head And if you ever think we sweet, you gon? catch lead Could've jumped in the 'Cat but I took the Benz Buffs cost four flat, that's without the lens Y'all n***as bunch of followers and we set the trend On the East I just caught a play, where the f**k is G.T.? Spin yo block like a record or a CD Coming back to back like that Drake song but I ain't sign nothing Chopstick flip the crib, tryna rewind something Ice on, stomp yo head in, I catch you eyeing something Chase you down on the freeway, we on the lodge busting Ham called me tryna buy a pint, I sold him Robitussin We got a problem? Ain't no talking, it ain't no discussion Dropped a diss song? I dropped a chain, I don?t battle rap Account with the pin, this sh*t easy, catching Apple jacks When I grab my punch off the site, I?m attacking Saks Driving off the Wock' wasn?t smart, I done crashed the Scat We'll send him to the moon, the chop came with NASA blast Punching up a card, told my b*t*h keep the door close You got that one whip, that b*t*h don't even got no sports mode He thought he caught me slipping, whole time I had the torch though Another four pore, f**k around and get my snore on We in this b*t*h busting down [?] keep the door closed Hit a n***a block, hundred shots, it's [?] for closure We don?t know you, tryna come and shop then I'm getting over Free smoke, inhaling everything, you know we keep them blowers Wake up, drop a eight in this pop, I hate being sober Quick to grab the chop or the Glock and get sh*t in motion Them bows in, touching down to 'em, get 'em straight from Oakland Them hoes in, just to f**k this b*t*h, gotta give up tokens Ayy, if I step foot in Meijer's then you know I'm giffy grabbing F**k around, throw the blick to Tron, I might have Jimmy wack 'em I can't take the gang to no occasion, they get blicky active Born a GOAT, I might be Stan but, b*t*h, I'm Billy actually Took the chop to Dr. Miami, it got some t**ties on it Only ride with G's in my unit, feel like I'm 50 on 'em Pistol poking through the 'Miri jeans, I got the blicky on me Off-White with the camouflage, I got a ghillie on me Huh, yeah
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