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Ayy Livy man, what the f**k you on? You know the f**k, I'm on a whole lot of gang sh*t Whole gang, man You know how the f**k we bumming every time we link up, b*t*h We plug, we send hot sh*t Let's go Throw free shots out his MAC, my homie died, we get 'em back I can't say much in them raps, just know them death threats got him wacked His backdoor where we met him at, he ran still got laid on his bed All my vultures known for wreck, that's why they ain't been on the set Ridin' wit' two choppers, one of 'em can't be no statistics AIn't not won, they get in the city, this over, mask his consequences I fell victim to this sh*t when bro got called without his pencil Seemed like the opps cliqued up a broke, since I blew up, all for my instance I'm so turned off, this rapping sh*t, it be an opp on modern privilege Off an X', tuned up my body, I dare the opps to like my pitch We can linkup, meet and greet, just know them blickies will be wit' 'em She said she love but on my life, she f**k my homie, b*t*h is wicked Didn't them n***as learn from out there? Ran when they faced down We gon' make this sh*t bounce off the gla**, jus like a chase down I told lil bro, "Handle that" Then he like bellowed up his spray grounds Wacked'em on the set, they catch a jailer, b*t*h we A-bound Two of my Glizzy jam We hit all his friends, what you gon' say now? Drums like a bands, like a Drizzy fan, I let that Drake sound worth them shots, we take his head off, we out that cage now Don't get too comfortable, I've been in that water, quit acting like you can't drown Smith and Wesson spitting back to back like they on 8 Mille Hollows wash his face, you wear this sh*t up like the face town Insta wild in 'em racks, so I been bearing blocks through PayPal I f**ked it off in Saks All Amiri from the waist down Ayy, this hoe on d**ks, she know we turn, she won't do me on my hips Out on the set, with Benji, double cup but codeine got me trippin' All my rivals be p*ssed, I sold my song and bought Glock for them killers We gon' spin 'em, ain't no missin' F**kin' wit' 'em, hop out, get 'em Smash the opps, a chance we getting Bro get up close like build a slop machine and shut 'em hollows in Don't let this music sh*t confuse you All my n***as know for kill Go ask them n***as why they couldn't We had cash before the pandemic He gon' run and Glizzy spots gon' be the last thing he remember Put his a** right in the burner Make it cold like its December But he gon' fall like it's November He a b*t*h, don't know his gender Turn pu**y, Kaitlyn Jenner When wickies dress, we winners Came a long way from beginning Shoot a video at the opps park, we will let 'em Glocks spark I'm the type to make his top drop, then hit the top charts Doctor said ain't no reviving him, this ruger stop hearts Don't go tweaking', we'll let twin turn 'em, lil boy, that's not smart Spend on sh*t at anytime, don't care if it's not dark Up and off, we dodge his sh*t, the police knows it's us when shots spark Up top on Evergreen in Hudson, b*t*h thats where my block starts Them jeans flipped through hell, we blown' sh*t, might leave his cop heart I fell off, it ain't nothing, racks got onto put my hood on the map Thursday, wheres two opps? On Friday night, we spin back out the Lex Put denim, might mask it off, might jam Slam back the door, we make a mess Before the fame, we stay on Christian Street, biting more [?] Uh, na-na, na-na That chopper rock, his partner drop Lil B*t*h I'm TTG and we got a lot of opps And I'm from 1300, bae, that's a baller block B*t*h
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