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YBonDaBeat Yeah, yeah, aye YB ... Sh*t go crazy (I had to get my sh*t together) Yeah, yeah I'm tryna get all these bags off I'm in the cut 'til I run up a fifty piece Hop in the streets this sh*t get deep Too many racks in the hood I made history B*t*h say I'm crankin' all the plugs they tryna come get at me You ain't gettin' money n***a can't sit with me I was just sellin' crack I was pushin' packs in the Infiniti Got the Glizzy on me so these n***as can't injure me Bad lil' b*t*h and she feelin' me I got a white b*t*h somethin' off [?] I threw that b*t*h and she came back just likе a frisbee Just gave my junkie a dipper hе hit it he dead I see the opp I'ma leave his a** sh*tty Me and Goonrich with the Glizzy get busy I got ice on my neck and this sh*t like a blizzard I ain't no rap n***a but you can't get me Got an ARP and the drum hold sixty Glock 27 the drum hold fifty B*t*h I don't trust sh*t because everything iffy And I'm totin' the stick when I come to your city We ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t if it ain't about digits I got shooters on my team b*t*h we the Pistons We goin' state-to-state with them pistols She a broke-a** b*t*h and I told her to fix it Touchdown pack I'm missin' Hop in the streets and I made a decision Two blocks 2pac feelin' like [?] Got shot in New York nine times like 50 Want half of a zip I'ma need six like Drizzy Hop out the whip with the stick got t**ties Shots fired I make this sh*t get wicked I made a hundred-band jugg [?] Ice on my neck and this sh*t get wicked Hop out the tip-top shootin' a glizzy And I still serve my aunt and this sh*t get risky And I still beat the pot up Bobby and Whitney Uh, I get the pack put that sh*t on the road And I'll still serve a n***a water in bowl And I hang with killers put the glick on your nose When I'm in the trenches servin' auntie that dope Hop out that two-door BM coupe Hell yeah I got them shooters that shoot I got the gla** come get you a [?] Me and Keezah in the back I'ma shoot Yellin' out auntie the junkies like ooo And I'm in the kitchen spilled the crack on my shoe Got the AR pistol and the bullets they blue And I'm servin' crack like the eighties [?] I'm on the frontline, come get a plate Real Homicide, b*t*h I bring out the K He a sweet lick so we takin' his plate I'm two-faced I got the snake on my face Uh, I got the gun on my waist If he make me mad I put the gun in his face And I run it up like a hundred I'm straight Should be rappin' n***a but I sold me a eight Got hella hoes, f**k your b*t*h anyway Made ten bands off a feat' that's a case Goonwick got the shake and the bake High as hell [?] Twenty bands put that sh*t in a safe Like Keezah do a ten in a day Got bad b*t*hes from the A' to the bay Took thirty-thousand out the bank [?]
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