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4X, 4X 4 Way, you get this sh*t the Glo way Grrt, bah, bah, bah, bah, brrt B*t*h, free Glo (I got 20 on my beat) Yeah, we ride with a hundred or better (A hundred) I'm f**kin’ that ho when I met her, uh (Thot) Slime send that pack out like a letter Bullets rain on your block, go get an umbrella (Brrt) He say he gon' rob me, never (Nope) Me and the glizzy stick together (Gang) You and your n***as get hit wherever (Come here) Think I'm cappin’, lil' n***a, just send a tester (Get him out of here) What's up with that woofin' on Instagram? (Woof) My lil' n***as spin nonstop like a ceiling fan (Gang) Rap about it, that ain't how you living, fam (You not) These n***as p*ss poor, they just need a helping hand (Hah) Big 4X, too slime, f**k around and go hit a fan I hit her like I just came home from the can We ride with them drums, marching band Know we clean up your block like the garbage man These n***as hate 'cause I'm up now (Huh?) What the f**k? (F**k) I just started, man (Uh) We sparkin’ fire on the first n***a play with this sh*t (You) Better not get us started, man (Pu**y) He say we dumb, we retarded, man We ride around with Dracos and carbons, man (Retarded) Glocks with thirties that got hollows in Them young n***as walk around like army men (Uh, uh) 20 on the beat, I put twenty racks on you and your whole crew (B*t*h) I was gon’ blow, I told you N***a think my n***as ain't on go, let me show you Hah, that lil’ n***a lyin' on Pro Tools (Cap) I collect cash, tollbooth (Racks) You the type n***a tell 12 the whole truth Play, I cook a n***a like soul food Yeah, we ride with a hundred or better (A hundred) I'm f**kin' that ho when I met her, uh (Thot) Slime send that pack out like a letter Bullets rain on your block, go get an umbrella (Hah) He say he gon’ rob me, never (Nope) Me and the glizzy stick together (Gang) You and your n***as get hit wherever Think I'm cappin', lil' n***a, just send a tester Had a shootout yesterday, I shot 'bout a hundred (A shootout) Them bullets hit his head just like a bonnet I blindsided the n***a, he ain't see it coming (Blindside) Marching band chopper 'cause I be drumming We keep them sticks like blind n***as (Like blind n***as) If he hiding out then we find n***as (We find n***as) You think that I cap in my rhymes, n***a? (No cap, no cap) Ten shots, I put a whole dime in 'em (A dime) Yeah, big dawg, lil' b*t*h, I get too aggressive 007, get hit with supressors I love toting Glocks, don't f**k with Beretta And just like a wedgie, you know I'ma stretch you Kill with a pa**ion (Killer) Like a mummy, we be wrappin' (A mummy) Like I'm Jackson, I like action (Action) Round of applause, bullets clappin' My jack got a beam, how the f**k I'ma miss you? (How I'ma miss?) He dissin' the sauce, I'ma bring him the issue (Bring it to him) Now I'm smokin' on this opp pack (Light that sh*t up) Whack him, then put him in my swisher Choppa, you crazy, you do it for real They say I'm a psycho, I just wanna kill The difference between me and you I kill when I'm sober, you gon' need a pill But don't get me wrong, I love them Perkies (I love 'em) Throw his body in the oven just like a turkey (Heat him up) I'm quick to burn a n***a just like some herpes He was alive on the scene but he died up in surgery (He died) These real n***a bars, you cannot feel it (Can't feel this sh*t) Throw an opp in my way and I bet I'ma kill it B*t*h, I'm a hustler, the pack, I'ma ship it (I'ma ship it) Call me Osama Bin Laden 'cause I be tickin' (Boom) B*t*h, No Love, yeah
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