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Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance) Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam) Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans) Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga) Broke nigga, where your cake at? (God damn) Tell her that I love her, I'm a [?] When this bloodshed, nigga, you can't take back (Hit your mans) Tryna slide on a sucker, where that Drake at? Crest nigga, real cut throat Niggas dissing but they unknown Tryna find a dick, bitch, get the fuck on Big .40, deuce, deuce, we don't bust those (Nigga) You can find them where them thugs be Bitch broke, you can't fuck me (Can't fuck me) MC Hammer, you can't touch me (Can't touch me) We want war, nigga, fuck peace, nigga Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance) Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam) Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans) Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga) Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance) Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam) Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans) Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga) I done spent over 50 just to stay high (Bitch) All my niggas pissed, not no canines I don't give a fuck about the bitch if she ain't mine You nigga hatin' through the grape vine Bitch, if we made a hundred albums, still ain't break time Let the gang on your song, we gon' take shine Bitch, this a Glock 20 not no [?] 5 And you can put your trust in me 'cause I hate lying I just popped another Perc to keep my body numb AR hanging off my neck, this ain't no Tommy Gun Kill 'Tech with the [?], look like a Shotty Pump You niggas was a hundred deep, [?] instant, when I caught the leader, I'ma contest him This P-Lo bass, Siri, this [?] How I run through so much and I ain't sign a contract Yeah, that shit sound goo, but y'all talking not facts And that ain't this nigga and this is not that Not a dollar in their pocket, but these niggas got [?] Don't know where you lips been, nigga, we cannot [?] All my niggas play their roles and I'm the fucking top hat (Bitch!) Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance) Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam) Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans) Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga) Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance) Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam) Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans) Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga) Nigga, I could take your bitch in my bad clothes And nigga if I was a cuff, I'd have mad hoes And you can get your ass shot for tryna act bold And all these chops got extensions with some add-ons Who the fuck these niggas think they is? They ain't got no bands Bitch, and it's Stricly Only Brothers, ain't got no friends Bitch, I ain't never been that nigga that a hoe hates Bitch, you could get your ass stripped, you in Broham And I'd still be that nigga if I wasn't famous Don't give a fuck about your nigga or no reputation We all bleed, nigga, jump and meet your exploration And I be smoking burner packs, so I be hella faded And if he go against the grain, that's a dead man I'ma grow, went up a bag, as long as my [?] can Nigga I ain't switching up on the gang or my dead mans And if you slide down this block, that's a dead end Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance) Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam) Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans) Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga) Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance) Glock and it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam) Bullets hit you and your mans (Hit your mans) Broke nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)
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