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Like why they showing fake love Like why they showing fake love (?) I started out from Activist Stick in my drawls And now we started trapping again I got a Glock I'm shooting like i’m African Finesse the plug He asked me where the package is Oh (?) I know when we established this He keep calling, ima pull up on your man again So many drugs, I think I'm not gon be sane again So many drugs, I'm not moving like a mannequin Bullets that can knock down an elephant I'm in the trap, I'm serving on the cannabis, i'm serving, i'm serving Chopper rocking, Jimi Hendrix Beam on the Glock, I won't miss you Give them more clips than a preview I don't know when ima see you I play with Ak’s, no Wii U Don’t (?) they gun feed you N***as love you when they need you No these b*t*hes be see through No baby I do not need you I just be fly like an eagle Yo boy a bird, he a seagal I might do it in a Regal Pop me a bar and I let out the stars Roll up and hit it I head up to mars I’m serving full lean on sipping on raw He want his money back he won't get none We used to sip on that Qualitech, now we just pour up that Hi-Tec Plug said he got that Activist, Where you at baby? I need that She got good toes and I need that I put Gucci where her feet at Open her legs, ima feast that Give her good d**k, good feedback Nut on her tongue and she eat that F**king her friends, I’m nasty Her n***a mad that she gawking He got (?) and i'm blasting In the trap, I'm extending the plays In the trap, I'm extending the plays Xanman keeps his stick on his waist These n***as keep they sticks in the safe I might just up, blow your plug out the socket Hold it in buddy, you look like a target Please don't make me shoot (?) in my rocket She give me top when she counting up the money N***as is crazy where all of they guns at? I’m with a Glock (?) run like Cortana We pulling up and we running your pockets We pulling up and we running your pockets Finesse him, and give him three five for the 50 Finesse him, and give him three five for the 50 You can't trust a hoe, these n***as be 50 You can't trust a hoe, these n***as be 50 (?) You thinking (?) Off an addy made me doze off I keep my money straight (?) Laugh at my brother like (?) How you the plug but your phone off? The Ruger hit him, wipe his nose off She said my name like a roll call I'm popping xans like a xan Molly came in and its tan How you an opp and a fan How you bop from the stands Ouu, They know big Freeco the man I hear them scream my name N***as ain't beefing they shoot and don't aim N***a we beef and I shoot at you brain Selling xans to them college kids Trapping out of them colleges She want to give up the knowledges She give me brain she a smart lil b*t*h Put her on a plane with all of her friends I run a train with all of my men She want a (?) no boy no b*t*h She got a (?)
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