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Lyrics From Snippet: Taylor Made da' Beat Back in Cali, B*t*h Blrrd(Memphis) Glock 26 or 44 bulldog(nope) Maybe an' Ar-15 wit' a .223 Scope(Big Blrrd) Know I need a bigger bag to get a bigger pack If I lose it all today I’ma get it right back(Big blrrd) Don’t cross that line boy got some hittas that’ll move ya back I’m just run it up to the field And it's still a few hitters from the six (Six) Jumpin' over bodies when them boys say, "Hit the switch" N***as dip, who you think around the corner? It's a drill All these blues on me, man, they thought I had a deal I'm from the six, we don't do no drive-bys Walk up, it's a hit, f**k who you with We gon' pull up bangin', all my n***as bangin' Keep a blick, smokin' on that stankin', man, that sh*t get dangerous Draco, ain't no aimin', all my killers anxious Like, "Who is he?," you don't think thе n***a safe, he lose a limb Fifty thousand chain, half of that'll gеt you hit Ah sh*t, caught that boy dissin', now he dead These n***as hoes, you know, I know(B-b-b-b-b-b-big blrrd) He think he slick, I know he told(Smile out) I'm on the road, still tottin' pole(blrrd) My gun be hot, yo sh*t be cold(yo Sh*t be cold) If you get caught, you better not fold(Nope) He had a case, the Opps on hold(F**k the Opps) He still locked up, it's takin' long(blrrd, blrrd) Shawty wanna know when he comin' home He plug say he could make me the plug (Okay) Lick hit my phone say he want a 3.5 okay (Straight za) 80 fo' the 3.5 okay, N I’m buying all the Guns Spin that block never get upset Put bands on his head go cash that check Broke a** boys tryna build that rep They ain’t got no cred(blrrd) Go bark on the net(on the Net) Making these moves I ain’t playing no chess I don’t gotta fake vibes I don’t wanna pretend We took his soul and we made it ascend No matter what we ain’t making amends How you got bands you paying for rent His bro got shot and he got real bent He ain’t got no gun so I know that he stressed If I pull up you than I’m taking your head Spinning that block and I spin it again We don’t got time for no games or b*t*hes End of the day we be tryna get richer I’m like Ronaldo go kick it back Spin my block I’ll spin right back My opp got turned right into a pack This half quarter is going 50 a bag B*t*h I’m the type put the hood on the map They was talking all that sh*t up on snap Another Sack, Tryna Whip up some new Crack I’ll shoot' em in the back(slime you out) Ain’t tryna twitter talk cut the chit chat I’m in my city, one thing you can’t do is lack You Know these N***as are Snake that’ll stab you in the back I remember when I touch my first rack I'ma run it up night I ain’t never look back All blicks, we just play this sh*t for keeps, that's all year I let it off, I keep my blick, I set it off up in this b*t*h I seen it all, been in this sh*t since a lil' youngin', since a jit He said it all, I heard that boy, he rat, I heard that boy he snitch I bet it all, I bet the opps know not to pull up on the six (Brra) A hundred flicks, that's a hundred shots, look like we takin' pics Took Memo a trip, he just start shootin', I told him, "Get a grip" She watch her left, sayin', "Six hundred K'll get you killed" And I'm off a pill, I'm just sittin' back, how I got the drill Know I need a bigger bag to get a Bigger Racks(bigger Racks) boy got some hittas that’ll move ya back in blood(back in blood, blrrd) Get Shot in the field(Big blrrd) Blrrd-blrrd, Blrrd-blrrd, Big blrrd Back in blood, Slime you out Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt Ayy, Memphis
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