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I see you in them pots, Deltah
Look

Yo' homie died and you cried, b*t*h, slide
And them boys ain't hidin', they always outside
N***a play with mine, a n***a won't play with one of mine
Got ten guns in the house, and I stay with one of mine
But I ain't gotta do sh*t, I just press a b***on
Foenem ain't for nothin', them boys always up to somethin'
We hit yo' block up with drums like what's with the a**umptions?
Laser on the gun just in case they get to runnin'
Trav' got great precision, he f**k around and stop an engine
We couldn't wait to catch that n***a, you know you a sh*tbag pendin'
Ain't no driveby's, we do walk-ups, we make sure it's finished
I put a hunnid K on yo' head and do it grinnin'
I know fifteen of yo' n***as, ten gangsta, the other five hoes
I could give a f**k about who know me, the other side know
They ain't wanna' let us in, I snuck through the side door
Fo' just gave 'em ten, f**k it, we gon' give 'em five more (Ayy)
I call lil' fo' GPS the way he find lo's
The way he pop up out the cut, you'd think a line rose
Couple my n***as died, but they died Moes
And yeah, a couple they n***as slid, but they tried though
I was the one on punishment, you couldn't play with me
We come through with blowers like we rakin' leaves from A to Z
Then spray and leave, yeah, we make n***as lay in peace
My gun should go half on the rent 'cause this b*t*h stay wit' me
Free my n***a Babbo, he mister run up on yo' car though
Who done died? The Hell if I know
They wanna know, told 'em God knows
N***as get in jams and hit high notes
You ain't got yo' gun, I got mine though
He say he a hunnid, well give 'em nine more
I keep it like G like Giordano's
I can't lie though, you make a right though, I make a left
Broke in ya' trap, that's Klay and Steph
Then I pop out like right in the flesh
Fantasy Drive, you know the rest
Them choppas get utilized, you can get crucified, n***a we unified, you a lie
Foenem pulled up wit' a Uber sign, and they pullin' up like the Uber ride, you'll die
Look at me, who am I? Lookin' like God, well f**k it, I guess it's Rooga time
We hit 'em so many times they couldn't identify 'em, I hate to signify 'em
They got me in go mode, I smoke gas like Golo, I be dolo
B*t*h, I'm hot as cocoa, I ball so much I might just go pro
I don't know, but someone did it, he got left by someone fishin'
That was fishy, got 'im [?] since he really think he wit' it
But he ain't, what the f**k buddy think, I ain't go no rank
I hate to waste a n***a like a cup of drank (on foenem grave)
How the f**k you from the city but runnin' from the city?
We got three drums and they switches, that's 150
To keep it real, ain't none of these rappers really f**kin' wit' me
And that's word to [?] merch, we run the city

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