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Yeah, it's Rio, n***a What up, Key? Cash Gang sh*t, n***a, let's tell 'em somethin' Boyz, n***a (808JACKBOYZ) I got a pint of red and a four, let's drink twenty lines Whip the strap out on a n***a, shoot him twenty times I'll black out on a n***a, beat him 'til he die I'm hallucinatin', I only see that b*t*h when I'm high If it's a problem with the opps, n***a, we gon' slide If Cash Gang pop him first, me and Key gon' fight Just let me pop the n***a first to make sure he gon' die Then y'all can shoot his dead body twice or three more times Rio, you my n***a, you can pop him just 'cause y'all caught him (Go 'head, bro) I just did a n***a dirtier than y'all water (Flint) If it's beef, we watchin' your mama, we what you call stalkers St?p back and get to shootin' like Jamal Crawford It's Big Key, I'm th? youngest n***a trippin' If you book me for a show, then you gotta book the pistol (N***a) All my n***as bustin', they won't let me be a victim If an opp get dropped, I either did it or I sent 'em, n***a I got an old-a** K with two thirty clips Gave him HIV, I hit his a** with a dirty d**k (No homo) I got a pint of red in a deuce, I'ma take thirty sips Plus a half of brick of soft, b*t*h, that's a thirty-six In the worst position, I use Glocks 'cause they work the best Swipe a pair of Gucci tiger shoes with the shirt to match Bought my b*t*h Chanel slippers with the purse to match I'll have her up the Glock 26 and murk your a** Put the pistol to his back, I'll burp your a** (Get it?) 40 got one in the head, I'll Dirk your a** (Nowitzki) Subtract a n***a whole team, I was the worst in math My b*t*h got a baby Draco in her Birkin bag Rio blowin' Runtz in the whip, I ain't smoke (My boy) Just shot him in the shoulder off the lean, I ain't Dro (Shoulder lean) B*t*h, leave that purse at the crib, I ain't broke Yeah, b*t*h, I get a lot of bread, I ain't dough (Get it?) Me and Key just linked up, somebody gettin' dropped Make a n***a lean when I bust, I'm shootin' zips of Wock' I'll drop eighteen hundred shells out two different Glocks So many rounds, I could shoot from twelve to six o'clock An eight in one Sprite, it's gettin' flat, I need a different pop You want a page out this book, I'm 'bout to rip it out Load the drum up, flick the chop and hit a n***a top Vest piercers in an FN, I can kill a cop Listen, I'll make a n***a have a dream like he Dr. King All rap n***as get the blues like they got some beams My strap, it's a lil' rusty, but I'm not with Veeze My camp'll do a n***a bold if he not with me My Glock full of bald heads, b*t*h, shout out to Sweeze Come through hittin' everybody, b*t*h, the Glock a freak If you not f**kin' everybody, b*t*h, you gotta leave (Bye) Spent a loose thirty for the kit, b*t*h, shout out to Key Listen, you n***as broke, y'all can't get to me Pop you in the tailbone with the heat, you can't sit with me Get the bag and hustle by myself, sell my zips for three N***a, get off this trampoline, you can't flip with me I'm from Flint, but I'm plugged with FWC My n***a Key the undertaker, WWE Paid cash for these big B's, but I punched the jeans A n***a sting me, he gon' die like a honeybee N***a, Cash Gang sh*t My strap, it's a lil' rusty, but I'm not with Veeze If you not f**kin' everybody, b*t*h, you gotta leave
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