Correction Lyrics 2s & 3s by DaBoii

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(Triple M on the beat)
What the, yeah
I'm in, yeah

I'm in LA politicking wit' the Crips and Bloods, ugh
Same me, same gang, I ain't switching up, ugh
You got a problem? We got tools, we can fix it up, ugh
Hit a n***a with this chop got 'em slimming up, ugh
Get the drop on them boys, we gon' get it done
I just seen my opp up at the light, he did the chicken run
We ain't puttin' no sticks up on no choppas, we got Cinnabons
'Cause yeah I hear you rapping about them foreigns, never been in one
On a n***a I just got a crate of Wok but I ain't sippin' none
And if you see me pull up in that skurrt, it ain't the rented one
And yeah I see your еyes up on my blunt but you ain't hittin' none
And I can get a tеxt from your BM like, "Bae the dinner done"
I hear n***as rapping 'bout the streets but never been in it
Boy before I came up out the wombs, already wit' the sh*t
My brother lost his brother in his face he had to live wit' it
Baby said she want that new Chanel-ly, do them dishes then
And only when a n***a up in court is when I'm innocent
You won't understand the circ*mstances we was living in
Can't believe these n***as and they rats, they trading images
Still don't give a f**k about a b*t*h, I'm 'bout my chicken tends
N***as hoes, n***as b*t*hes, n***as feminine
Pu**y boy ain't even in the game, that n***a scrimmaging
Man I hear n***as talking out they mouth but I ain't listening
And when you see me talking out my mouth, you better listen b*t*h
When you see me talking out my mouth b*t*h I need eyes and ears
B*t*h you can try them other n***as, bet not try here
Same Tech on for a week but I can buy Amir's
Dumb b*t*h acting like she bad, I told her buy a mirror
Uh yeah, you shot up at that boy but you ain't hit the man
Baby say she tired of the kid but I ain't Michelin
Ugh I see n***as throwing subs but they ain't mentioning
Ugh rip Tu, rip Tre, bet not mention them, n***a

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