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(Boibin, haha!) I call up on Tec incase that lil' boy wanna talk down If you see me and gang then you know you better run now And I ain't sparin' nothin' lil' boy you gon' get gunned down Experimenting with the Glock cause we shoot it for fun now Choppa bullets goin' left right If he talk down it's on sight And we gon' run you over little boy it ain't no headlights And we got Glocks we don't fight My shooter knock yo head right And just like it's the purge my whole gang we killin' all night Runnin' to the bag n***as stealin' swag Me and Tana off the map Say you hard boy that's cap Like it's Minecraft we stack And my pockets on fat Cause I fill em' up with racks Tana callin' I put 10K on yo f**kin' wrist pu**y boy you broke I put 10K on my f**kin' fit pu**y talkin down we gon' put em on a f**kin' list Gang gang, you wеnt from a gangster to a f**kin' b*t*h We gon' run up with that gun up My whole gang yеah we incredible we on the come up If you talkin' down then we got choppas we gone get you done up Me & Tana we get high high, til' the sun up Yea, she ain't show me love back then (oo-hoo) Like how many hoes, got like ten (woo-hoo) Yea they hated but now, they just all my fans yeah And I stack it up, they watch me count my bands yeah Uh, I'm finna walk with fire I do not care because I'm finna keep it close Checkin him because he think he the man in this b*t*h but he finna get hit in the nose I'm finna get that bag for us You stupid lil' b*t*h I don't give a f**k And you already know that i'm not a child And n***as know that I came with this sh*t tucked Look at me I don't got limiters Oh my God walkin with vinegar Need an inhibiter Oh my God shawty angelic she told me that she want my celibacy I'm finna chill with her Oh my God, I just be packin & smackin and all of my n***as attackin' him Oh my God shawty affectionate Uh Uh Uh n***a I'm puttin' my back in it (yeah) Y-Y-Yeah we killin' all night This choppa it got fangs, rawr Gone bite you, that's on sight I just got that bag poured up 2-Liters of that sprite (P-P-Plug) I just hit her once, pu**y make me go night, night n***as lift 'bout 40 to get hit with this 40 Shoutout to lil' Tana you know that is my woadie Choppa live that sweet life, Zack and Cody That choppa got a beam and we gone aim at ya brodie We don't stop at red lights Play with gang you dead, right? f**k 'bout what you said, right? My b*t*h give me head right I just popped a med bite These lil' boys be fed right Shooter got some dreads right Kel-Tec, no I won't fight My choppa singin' figuero I just wanna f**k swear I don't need ya tho' Too much diamonds on my mind no I can't feed a hoe Call Tana with the choppa know he keep a pole Hit a n***a, it's gone make his head split Strong shooter, lift his lil' body like a deadlift But I pull up on em' that n***a swear he ain't said sh*t That lil' hoe up on me she tellin' me i'm the best sh*t n***a think he tough, then we givin' him the after-thought Choppa like a eel, it's gone make him have a after-shock Prayin' that I miss, so I'm callin' it a pastor Glock Shooters finna' put em' in the sky like a astronaut Killin' all these n***as i'ma slide off in the bentley I say shorty hella sexy but you know I'm being friendly b*t*h i'm ridin' with the Glocky pu**y n***a do not test me She say "young Chris can you slide I need yo ass to break and bend me" b*t*h I'm slidin' in the Vette You pullin' up in Honda Civics n***as love to say they ballin, b*t*h you not even prolific n***a you not my gang why the f**k you think that we can kick it Got a b*t*h her name Dior, but I'm not steppin' in no Christians Get that bag, and run it up you know I did that If you talkin' down then we gone pop you like a tic-tac Sick-hit like baseball you know I'm a hit that Break em' like a kit-kat Draco blow his wig back I got drakes but I ain't talkin' bout Josh boy Catch a opp boy, you know we gone shoot just like we blocboy Body shoppin' we finna hunt you bet not get knocked boy Whole gang goin' crazy and we can't stop boy D-D-Dash to that bag, money stretch like elastic Put my choppa undertaker put you in yo casket Covid, I'm outta school but I still made a classic Can't see a damn thing, shoutout Xhu (Where's my glasses?) I get on the mic make a hit I am 'bout to f**k on yo b*t*h You n***as are trash I admit My skill you will never touch it They like "Rae, why you had to put that last part in?" You pu**y n***as might be babies f**k around and jack ya sh*t (Yeah) Aye bruh, good sh*t my n***a Santana bruh Shoutout everyone who hopped on this sh*t bruh This sh*t hard as f**k, If y'all listenin' right now make sure yall f**k with all the n***as on this sh*t And if you ain't f**kin' with my n***a Santana you a b*t*h! (Gun-Shot)
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