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Lil Moe 6Blocka
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Uhh, uhh, ay Ayy, ayy I be out here f**kin' up the streets All you weak-a** rappers, y’all be f**kin' up the beats When I'm done f**kin’, b*t*h, don't try to go to sleep You a dirty-a** bop, you just suckin' up the heat Ayy, we don't need no new n***as, we fine Chopper hit your a**, make you fast forward and rewind I be posted up like a street sign I don't know about you and your gun, but I keep mine I smoke n***as and I smoke weed And your dead homie smoking like some OT Ayy, I finessed him out a whole P Told his a** it was hot but it was OG Ayy, used to play the six but now we play the eights Don't ride down this block 'cause we play with Dracs, b*t*h I got on VLONE by the way And I'm smokin’ on VLONE by thе trey (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Run up on me wrong, you die today And I’m bustin' off this mid, today is not thе day (Ayy, ayy) And watch how you move and what you say We turned him to a pack, that boy smoke like 1K (Ayy) How you with it and you don’t own a gun? Yeah you 'round a lotta n***as, but when you die, you the only one High speed, take 'em on a run Glock 23, I love it so much, I can't even throw the gun (Hold on) Who this car? Got me watchin’ in my rearview Oh, that's the opps, yeah I spotted 'em with a clear view I shot him once, that boy thought he got hit with two When those hollows spread it get hard to move Shoulda hid his 9 on his waist, now he paralyzed from the waist Now his people cryin' at the wake 'cause it's n***as dyin' every day N***as dyin' every day, bullets flyin' every way Shot him in this face, now he literally dead weight Bro'nems at the six, I had to move up the street I keep my blick, you the type to have your move up the street Just to hide the blicks, I got a lil' move up the street And she gon' suck and f**k me good until a n***a go to sleep Got a drop on Lil Moe, I suggest you don't pull up I'ma have this b*t*h pointed, I suggest you don't look up Them young n***as pop out 'cause they hit your top, they f**k sh*t up We might show up at your party, f**k your function up Didn't they tell y'all not to f**k with them strappers? Since he actin' like a child, we gon' kidnap him I get n***as wrapped up, I just like rappin' Make a n***a disappear, poof, like magic Glock hold 32, that's Magic If I shoot the whole thing, just imagine, that's tragic We got a lot of Glocks that's out the D side And if a n***a decide to live, we gon' have to retry, b*t*h I be out here f**kin' up the streets All you weak-a** rappers, y'all be f**kin' up the beats When I'm done f**kin', b*t*h, don't try to go to sleep You a dirty-a** bop, you just suckin' up the heat Ayy, we don't need no new n***as, we fine Chopper hit your a**, make you fast forward and rewind I be posted up like a street sign I don't know about you and your gun, but I keep mine
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