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Aye, but this that new me
That Glock 9 FN, I keep em too clean
We sprayin' the block, he ain't know I had 2 liter
That's one to his top. I know he dead but you can't fool me
That's four in the pop, I like the colors in promethazine
Choppin' the opps, I ain't lying, seen it in my dreams
Bought a whole Glock, my momma think that I am trippin'
Aye, but this the new me
Chop with the stick, that b*t*h longer than a semigo
This some sh*t you ain't never seen, b*t*h I'm the billy goat
Tryna flip the switch on me, b*t*h acting silly hoe
Dawg throwin' fours like he that, b*t*h lemme drive the boat
I ain't even got my L's, I hit the dash though
Now we in mansions, remember living out that bando
Know I took a risk, lil baby, to make a band though
Aye, now lemme stop it

I been running in and out of town, I brought a Glock in
Who that at the door, seen a fiend, why that n***a knockin'
Why he gettin' low, I hit him clean before that n***a duckin'
Say he unpronounced, they think he dead, you know I say f**k it
Somethin' like Curry. I drop 30, I'm a walkin' bucket
Trip when I popped him, I ain't mean to shoot him in the stomach
Good on a b*t*h, think about me when you givin' lovin
Up in the stick, I use it right and put it to yo button
Aye, you in a situation
f**k a white b*t*h, I think I'm stickin' with them thick blasians
Good cookie wood, now I'm high up in the Himalayas
Thuggin' like Suge, I hit his block, you know we bout to spray it
I just popped a pill in front of momma and she cool about it
Why you tryna clean a dirty block, ain't sh*t new about it
I just prayed to God that he prepare me for my new surroundings
I just got this new lil [?] and I had to pound her in

RIP Bean, f**k a 9, I'm clutchin' two 4's
RIP Lake, she the reason why I drive 4's
RIP the past, I ain't dead, I'm feelin' new though
Word to my granny, she the one that got me through though
Grew around boss, drop yo head, now we salutin' him
Got a new K. He wanna leave but I put two in him
Ain't no L choppa seen, I put the flute in him
Yeah I really knew that n***a, I went to school with him
Tryna always stick to a b*t*h, but I be choosin' em
Use to dream of SRT's but now we cruisin' em
Dawg droppin' bodies with presses, I think he mutin' em
Popped him in the office, brains leakin' on that cubicle
Took away B, too young but he gon' ball in heaven
Home alone, I make my move, we bout to pop Kevin
n***as sendin' shots. Think we hoopin', no this ain't seven
Dawg say he hate throwin' hands, he like a livin' weapon