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I couldn't believe it Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back Soon as I iced out on my wrist, she got attached And see on dates, she see this glizzy got attachments For all these b*t*h ass n***as that try circle back Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram Say "Free my n***as", swing his knife all in the cam You see that could and couldn't sh*t, he want him dead Boy play with me, we got Glock's in Bnb's And there's a difference from a robber and a thief Taliban ain't do no drugs but when he kill sh*t, he get geeked I knew that n***a was dead When he popped up on my feed My opps, they crippin' but lately they had to bleed See, uh, that Glock right on my lap, not under the seat Free my n***a, he a nightmare, he a dream Hit the floor, pray for my n***as for the mail they won't receive They got my n***a behind the wall And crodie kill so much sh*t that he had to find Allah And murder, murder, murder we broke more sh*t than the law Lil' b*t*h I hit that beat and walk that sh*t just like a park On lil' bro, put 'em youngins in the car and tell 'em go Wrap the plug if we can't get him to wrap his little bro From the 6ix, but I got thirty-six all in the brick My OG, he so goofy, he ain't know that I was here I couldn't believe it Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back Soon as I iced out on my wrist, she got attached And see on dates, she see this glizzy got attachments For all these b*t*h ass n***as that try circle back Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram Say "Free my n***as", swing his knife all in the cam You see that could and couldn't sh*t, he want him dead Yeah, let's go Uh, yeah f**k the fake Me and my n***as great We gon' get this cake Don't give a f**k what they say Pop bottles like b*t*h, we made it On top, was a little bit of patience I'm different, you b*t*hes basic Yeah, still can't believe that I made it Go to war with you 'round me And f**k whoever doubted me (Doubted me) My grandma, gone but I know she proud of me, yeah And I promise ain't no stopping me, yeah-yeah (Let's go) Yeah, broke n***as make me sick, yeah Gucci gon' match this fit, yeah Everyday, b*t*h, we lit, go Get it how you live Watch us all get rich Make these haters sick, uh They won't believe it I couldn't believe it Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back Soon as I iced out on my wrist, she got attached And see on dates, she see this glizzy got attachments For all these b*t*h ass n***as that try circle back Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram (Let's go) Say "Free my n***as", swing his knife all in the cam (Pressa) You see that could and couldn't sh*t, he want him dead (Pressa)
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