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Era The Kid Free the gang, free the O Brrr, bap Yo I just cheffed up him, I'm on the way back laughing Me and O'Sav been two strike half him, clart him Back the ting and then bark him Creeper push the ped and go darg him Get caught on the glide, I ain't tryna hear please Jheez, c*ck it, jump out and squeeze This bad B, loves me and the G's But I love Elizabeth and she's married to me F**k putting D in dope I put S in smoke and I penetrate coats Call me Tom, I call Turna "Jerry" The hand-ting jammed near the 22 zone Yo I'm in the Nizz with this rusty dots It's long like Grace and big like Ashanti You don't wanna see S when he's angry I'm angry too cah thats man's family I'm on the moped, this knife's not a Stanley Going on the glide, what block do we fancy? We're some violent tugs, we're anti-anti All of our blades are lanky Trip up, trip up, drop and get poked Woah, I backed my shank on your bro When the OFB's lurk in a tinted ride Just know that gang got smoke Suttin' got bun on the mains, ain't shedding no light F**k that, gotta shout big bro They don't want me to start on the Nine They're tired, gang done cheffed up loads I'm in the booth so the hoes get blocked It's a long night when I grab this dots When I rise up we're gonna tape off Tops And when it's light out, we gotta escape from cops This Samurai come long like me And if you ain't tryna run, you get chopped in three This bad B come bad, she's sweet Be my ROD and hold a mash for me Jump out gang and rise up that dots Wait, who's them yutes in that block? Big bro's done with couping up opps The man ran when they saw this squad I'm dishing out bare smoke, no cancer Jump out gang out this van, no Banter Tryna leave man red like Santa Clamper, retire my man like Lampard Yo Me and bro got corn for the haters They say I'm famous, I'm so bad and dangerous I'm in the T house making papers Chop some grub, let's smoke some flavours Press the nine three times, I ain't calling feds And if you don't run, get blammed in your head I'm swinging my shank, aim straight for your chest I'm back to the trap, trap, mash, get bread You best protect your chest, yes, have your vest Just buck armed feds, tell bro turn left Talk on the net but live in the flesh Gang, gang, get up closer and rip out flesh What about when four got shaved? Gang went two opp blocks in a day Add a K on my block, get put front page He left his bae and didn't feel no way
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