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CPR (Remix)
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Rylo Rodriguez
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Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, Al Geno on the track) This sh*t strictly for the motherf**kin' streets, n***a This that street sh*t, drop that sh*t, get everybody crunk On my block, we don't fight, but everybody bunk This that G sh*t, hear this sh*t out everybody trunk Pull up three sticks, hundred shots, get everybody drummed I made this sh*t for the hood The police 'round the corner, it's a brick in the bush Where was y'all antennas when this sh*t wasn't good? Four shots to the body left me scarred I st**ched the game up, now I'm finna give 'em CPR Wake 'em up I grew up off dice, my point-six, bet it shake 'em up This ain't another n***a chain, broke n***a, I'm the owner I got like twenty P's left, do anybody want 'em? Twenty thousand for the Cuban, b*t*h, and that's without the pendant Lot of n***as gettin' money, but a lot of them won't spend it I trap all around the globe, you out of town, you still can get it N***a got caught and he told, police still didn't reduce his sentence N***as snitchin' for no reason I just brought the f**kin' trap back like Jeezy It's a big difference between hungry and greedy I got a twenty piece left, do anybody need it? Put the FN on his lip, let it kiss a n***a good N***a ask me where I'm from, I say the Wish a N***a Woods I don't need her, I would leave her, you can have her, she can go I rock Christian Dior, Dior, rest in paradise Pop Smoke COVID-19 on these n***as, I'm so sick of y'all I just sold twenty bags this morning, that's a fifty ball N***as some fiends for that dope, they takin' fentanyl I wait my turn, but I'ma score every time I get the ball, yeah, yeah Slam dunk in the rim My weed ain't got no legs, but it jump out the gym Hard on the internet, he get slumped when I see him If you wanna live like this, sell a P, b*t*h Stay up on the sidewalk, n***a, this that street sh*t Drop that sh*t, get everybody crunk On my block, we don't fight, but everybody bunk This that G sh*t, hear this sh*t out everybody trunk Pull up three sticks, hundred shots, get everybody drummed I made this sh*t for the hood The police 'round the corner, it's a brick in the bush Where was y'all antennas when this sh*t wasn't good? Four shots to the body left me scarred I st**ched the game up, now I'm finna give 'em CPR Smoke opp packs, ain't tryna catch a [?] 'Fore cops had signed, we got to wait for 12 I know youngins who benefit for a livin', they got to wait in jail Take time to sit down and write a stand know a (...) dirty spill Bought some bags for the bros, I ain't puttin' her on She ask me “What's in this wood?” Somebody homie This that project baby sh*t, won't fight everybody ride F**ked a booster and woke up [?], text her everybody sides Been had knew them hoes flipped flop off everybody slide B*t*hes stabbed me in my back, I still got everybody knives [?], money give you everybody vibe Drop that sh*t, get everybody crunk On my block, we don't fight, but everybody bunk This that G sh*t, hear this sh*t out everybody trunk Pull up three sticks, hundred shots, get everybody drummed I made this sh*t for the hood The police 'round the corner, it's a brick in the bush Where was y'all antennas when this sh*t wasn't good? Four shots to the body left me scarred I st**ched the game up, now I'm finna give 'em CPR
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