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(I'ma do it like that, YB) Ayy, ayy, ayy Uh (Fuurgg on go) Uh, yup Y'all know what the f**k goin' on Ayy (Yo, Loomin, that's my bad) We be stackin' it up just to f**k this sh*t off (Ayy, what?) Told that b*t*h to come here, come and f**k on a boss (B*t*h) Hit the trap and do magic, b*t*h, I whip the hard with the soft (Trap) I get the pack, get it off (Off) All of that ice, n***a might just start callin' me boss (Bling-blaow, boss) Take n***as' life when we spinned, ain't no way that we lost (Ayy) I'm sippin' on Madden, ain't no coughin', if I put some bread on your head, they won't sleep 'til you off (Brrt) Ayy, first n***a try me, go bring out the chopped up (Bring) Man of your house what I put in my mouth (B*t*h) I'm the king of the six and the city (Gone bad) Lil' n***a be snitchin', can't beef with no mouse (Pu**y a**) Take that lil' b*t*h, we be d**kin' her down (D**k) Y'all can't do sh*t about me, so n***as just frown (Haha) N***a bе dissin' and stealin' my sound When we catch him, you know that wе blowin' him down (Grrah, grrah) All of that drip on my wrist, you could drown (Drippy) Switch on that glick, n***a, you could get down (Glick) Won't switch on my clique, it's still three-seven-four (Never) We smoke, we don't blitz, n***as never around (Rrt) Pull up to shoot with my pistol, it count (Baow) Remember I used to hits in the count (I did) Stop playin' with this b*t*h 'cause them b*t*hes go joggin' Had to shoot on that b*t*h, make it shoot with no sound (Peso Peso) I was robbin' him quick, put his face on the ground Got ice, got hard, got soft, got pound Got the whole trigger low when I come to your town (Bah) If you a snitch, you a b*t*h, then you can't come around In the Rolls-Royce, in the sittin' up (Kid) Ran off on the plug, I ain't pickin' up nothin' N***a, f**k how they feelin', I'm trappin' and killin', they know I be f**kin' the city up (Peso Peso) Thirty K in the trap, I ain't got no clean gun Could find no Forces, I got the Supreme one (Yeah) I'm a real street n***a and you wanna be one (Ha) Bend back on the block, n***a call it a re-run (Blatt) And I put bullet holes, n***a, all in your VLONE (Dap) That b*t*h call me whenever she need somethin' to eat on (Yeah) Treat a ARP like a pillow to sleep on it (Yeah) We got bodies and bodies, they knowin' what we on (Um-hmm, yeah) I'll spend in million for million I just left the b*t*h, I think she Brazilian My diamonds aimin', no Tillman I'm ridin' with horses, a wonderful feelin' These b*t*hes, they say that I'm brilliant All of my diamonds are realest TSF business, the trillest New Glock 19 nod camuflage, I call that b*t*h a chameleon He ridin' the bike, keep dissin' my squad, I shoot, he poppin' the wheelie Body hit the floor, he road kill Uh, I'm type of n***a walk up to your big homie, check that boy like a ho still TSF business, I walk a fifteen million dollars up, I ain't got no deal Uh, baby made a hundred forty thousand out last week, but y'all eat it out the ho still Cali made four thousand dollars week, yeah, but y'all get it out the ho still All Saks Fifth for the whole spill, walk down six street, no seals Might send a a** a house, stop, break down a a** on the beat, that's my boy, though TSF business, what's up, foe?
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