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Ayo, cutoff Ayy Hey, it's 2021 (Ayy) but we in 2022 already, ayy Ooh, it's Wavy808 Big six, back on that same sh*t 1646 Brick Baby Brr, bup Ayy, n***a, ayy What's goin' on? (Grrah, grrah, grrah) Six (Bah, bah) Handin' out all smoke, n***a 'Dats rule one (Six) You gon' respect these guns I got Bibby on my mind, steppin' for that boy Osama That n***a dropped a diss about me, but know I'm the one who shot 'em Every time a new opp die, we hit the club and pop some bottles Checkin' all these n***as temples 'till they claimin' that Impala On the Six wit' them robbers, they the ones who rob the robbers Point a finger and they drop 'em, I'm original Don Dada Catchin' feelin's for my Glock, but still in lovе with this new choppa Ask the city, know we litty, wе the ones who catchin' bodies The other side, they ain't on sh*t Dissin' 8, he got me p*ssed Swang on me, he shot and missed I'm shootin' back, he dropped his stick I put a Carti' on my wrist I put some bundles on yo' b*t*h My shooter told me, "Drop a bag," He takin' each and every hit Glock 23 in arm reach Got 23's on my feet You can duck from everything, but you can't duck this ARP Bro watch that cut, watch that street On that car, on that Jeep Hit a boss in a Hellcat, I damn near wrecked the SRT Quarter million worth of diamonds, this sh*t cost yo' life insurance Every Glock come wit' a switch, you know I like my b*t*hes foreign I heard the boss tried to run, they left his head all on a horn I ain't checkin' in no city, why you think we buyin' guns? B*t*h, I'm runnin' to that loot Like Tupac, I got the juice I heard you talkin' like these hoes, outchere lackin', movin' loose Rap cappin' in the booth Hoppin' out that two-door coupe All I wear is hangin' out then sendin' shots all out the roof Joke, I'm givin' out free smoke That hoe just dropped yo' lo' And my killas on go N***a, it's smoke Rule one, don't try to beef if y'ain't got no guns Rule two, don't start no war if y'ain't got no funds Rule three, be loyal to yo' loved ones Rule four, n***a, get the job done Jump-Out Gang Blitz Gang Drench Gang No Limit Gang Pistol Gang No high sound when that switch flame Dead opps, which names? Full court press, they switch gangs All through the 'Raq, know I do my thing Still pop out with like six chains Catch 'em outside, flip 'em frown, what? Harold's, chicken wing Talkin' 'bout slidin', knowin' they dyin' F**k n***as rap 'bout anything Dissin' the guys, know we gon' find 'em Hoes droppin' lo's, we know where they hidin' Go wait in line, it's a matter of time Catch n***as right where they momma residin', uh Joke, givin' out free smoke That hoe just dropped yo' lo' And my killas on go N***a, it's smoke Rule one, don't try to beef if y'ain't got no guns Rule two, don't start no war if y'ain't got no funds Rule three, be loyal to yo' loved ones Rule four, n***a, get the job done I ain't beefin' wit' no rats Get that bag, I drop them racks Told lil' bro, "Go catch a hat" N***a know I'm speakin' facts Bibby died, it wasn't no sleep Out all week, slidin' back to back I was losin' focus, like, "F**k rap Until I get a f**k n***a smacked" N***a, I ain't catchin' no feelin's Shootin' up the whole city Murda' one for lil' Bibby N***a know I'm a villain Committin' all these killin's Prayin', God forgive me I know he see me sinnin' At the same time, I'm winnin' Joke, givin' out free smoke That hoe just dropped yo' lo' And my killas on go N***a, it's smoke Rule one, don't try to beef if y'ain't got no guns Rule two, don't start no war if y'ain't got no funds Rule three, be loyal to yo' loved ones Rule four, n***a, get the job done
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