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I ride with it Still keep that nine on my side with it Had a gun in a shootout, you hide wit it That's your problem, what you wanna get high with it? You keep on taking pictures with that little bitty gun You gun f**k round and die with it New Murcielago, butterfly doors What you n***as need, know the trap neva closed Cubans at both of the doors I keep it player they play with they nose Plug just came in with a load Too late to get it its already sold n***as dry snitchin don't stick to the code I fly with my VVS, I rose on my gold Got it on my lap, I don't keep it in the console Backwoods 3.5, I'm rolling gelato Cartier see all that f**k sh*t, n***a Catch me a body on defense n***a 12 hit the door I ain't see sh*t n***a Trapped out apartments I came out the cement n***a Dope in the cabinet and we serve out the kitchen Told me give hugs not drugs I ain't listen No love in the streets I don't love these b*t*hes I'm going OT, take I it to Memphis (Hol' up) I be in my trap house 24/7 At the front and the side door with the Mac-11 Serving crack rocks from hell, send a dope fiend to heaven Young dog keep it strapped, doing everything but telling He'll rob your lil' n***a, take what he selling Ima f**k your b*t*h cause I heard that you jealous I'll bust your sh*t you keep looking at my fellas I'll spin this chop clip look like propellers My main b*t*h caramel, her best friend vanilla Sippin purple, spinning green, and my percocets yellow BlocBoy a crip, I'ma blood from the Nellas Hoodrich hood and I'm hood just like him I shoot the strap at any n***a tryna fight him Gotta keep 100 round on us, whole gang icy Glock 19 and I'm good with the ARs BlocBoy be the painter yeah I pull up and I spray cars Your baby daddy still got a day job We be in the trap whipping dope till it hit hard AR-15 , no .22 Tec And the smith, I got .22 but I don't run a [?] I got b*t*hes up in Brooklyn like I play for Nets Why you shoot him in the face? That n***a played with the set Hit a n***a in the face with the gauge make a mess Fill a n***a up with the lead like I'm taking a test Throwing bullets you like Dez Bryant waiting on a catch By any means Imma get mine n***a that's a bet Paper cuts, counting that money all-day Who is that, answer the door with the K I fly to LA then I drive to the bay (Let's go) I buy 100 bands, I get 50 on my face Don't go to the club, all my n***as in space I need prescriptions I signed up for Medicaid Trapped out I don't even know no other way Brown and white, they talkin' [?] Just added stones to my Cartiers I put Christian Dior on and it ain't even Sunday I make her eat it up entrée I sold that dope to my auntie I got rose gold on my front teeth Let my chopper take care of that one beef Yo' gang 12, 21 jump street I won't give a b*t*h nothing she f**k me Send him up to god he bummed me I will send him to his grave he asked for it I dump this b*t*h at the task force Allie-ooped that b*t*h off the glass board I got bop sticks on the sideline they loaded We drop sh*t, do it all the time they know it Thot b*t*h acting like she mine I don't know her I ain't takin' selfies with no ho, can't expose me VS1 chain on you should do the rosery White b*t*h snort top side give that hoe a nose bleed Bussin down backwoods at the Pistons game floor seats every time I shoot, that b*t*h ain't got no D Uh
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