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(JRag on the beat) What part of the game is this? For real Thought that we was taught that it was hoes down, bros up So how when that ho set that hit down on bro, you froze up? He put his life up in your hands and you dropped him, cold cup He don't even like to ride with you in that old truck But he trust his brother You had a lick for him off with Ella From some bitch that you been f*ckin' with named Janetta Y'all on the Northside right now, this ain't your type of weather But your mind on you got this micro-pistol like whatever Clever, what you thought you was Lil' bro got them drugs A fresh pack of blues in a jar, he tryna pop the club But you was tryna hop a tub Told him about your bitch and how she'll buy all of his poppers up Then call all her old partnеrs up The money good All we gotta do is pull up and slidе in the hood Once we get in an apartment gate, it's gon' be overstood You'll probably get you a new bitch, bro Make you some money and hit you a lick, bro For shit sure And he agree So they pulled in, but they ain't look to the left up in the leaves Janetta walk out and all you see is ass up in her jeans She got her friends with her too We got Perks, we got blues, it ain't no way that we could lose Shit, so the conversation started, it feel like a party Gave 'em three pills for a sample, they gotta know we ballin' She say that she want twenty, lil' bro look down and look up, it's a forty You look over to the left, your door swing open, it's two extra forties Niggas start yellin', bitches disappear You thinkin' to yourself, "How did I let myself get right here?" Lil' brother lookin' at your tool, you lookin' back at him with fear He thinkin', "Please, big brother, squeeze," you take a breath and drop a tear Now that pistol smack his face and blood start to race You niggas ain't movin' fast enough, y'all ain't cooperate Lil' bro done damn near lost his faith, you ain't even attempt to grab the Drac' Lil' bro fell towards the gun and the robber went 'head and handed him eight Now it's blood all on your dash, they goin' through y'all cash Your heart beatin' so fast and you in shock, how this get so bad? But wake up, nigga That forty slap you in your makeup, nigga Pull you out the driver's seat and the robber pick your Drac' up, nigga This ain't San Andreas You got your lil' brother murdered tryna get some head And on top of that, you tried to finesse him like he was gettin' bread He should've Ubered to the club instead Probably look lame, but he wouldn't be dead
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