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Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Word, huh Talk to me You know the money, it walk to me Call up the bank, told 'em bring the whole vault to me Murder, you know it's white chalk with me (Chalk) I shoot up the crowd, told them, "b*t*h, get up off of me" (Grrah) n***a gettin' paid by hoes at the Westin She ain't gettin' paid, let the ho bring her best friend You know my best friend, that is the FN Smack on this AP like my name was Ben 10 I shot him, ayy, God, forgive me, I done sin-sinnеd Smoke on this dope, I get high off thе twin-twin (Gas) Shoot him in the back and the neck with this four-ten (Huh?) I cannot take disrespect from not no man In love with the Glock, I'm protected by romance (Yeah) These opp n***as pu**y, they might as well hold hands All this ice on me, I turned myself to a snowman (That's on my mama) I'm an OG, can't nobody control the man My clip hold thirty-three like Nickelodeon (Rrah) I got them keys, no custodian ('Stodian) I finesse for them P's, hit the club, do the shoulder dance No need for a belt 'cause the 40 gon' hold the pants No envelope, get the fax and we mail 'em in You snitched on your homie, why catch a case with you? I know you gon' tell again (Snitch) Enemies all around None of y'all ain't my friends Enemies all around Better get out my way, yeah, yeah For life, I bet your life You want the smoke, we got the light, yeah Enemies, enemies all around Try to take me down, won't go that way Enemies, enemies all around Try to take me down, won't go that way For life, I bet your life You want the smoke, we got the light, yeah Stackin' that money, I rack up a mil' My dogs, they be growlin', attack you for real Rappers is cappin' for real We packin' that heat like Cookie baggage that's sealed I be smokin' on the haze I be comin' for your plays Bullets hit you with a graze We ain't finna catch fades Look at me, got 'em shook indeed BlocBoy burn that Cookies weed (JB) Independent and my merge game stay Daytona, we Pusha T's (Ugh) Baby, look at me The fly guy with the crooked teeth (Fly) All dash, we be joggin' 'em out f**k is you talkin' about? I'm goin' hard When I spit it, spit it straight from the heart So the realest gonna feel it, on God You's a facade, salute the squad It's gettin' spooky, it's gettin' dark Huh, we like the mob When I say family life, it's for life and we live with the scars On God Enemies all around None of y'all ain't my friends Enemies all around Better get out my way, yeah, yeah For life, I bet your life You want the smoke, we got the light, yeah Enemies, enemies all around Try to take me down, won't go that way Enemies, enemies all around Try to take me down, won't go that way For life, I bet your life You want the smoke, we got the light, yeah
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