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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Word, huh

Talk to me
You know the money, it walk to me
Call up the bank, told 'em bring the whole vault to me
Murder, you know it's white chalk with me (Chalk)
I shoot up the crowd, told them, "b*t*h, get up off of me" (Grrah)
n***a gettin' paid by hoes at the Westin
She ain't gettin' paid, let the ho bring her best friend
You know my best friend, that is the FN
Smack on this AP like my name was Ben 10
I shot him, ayy, God, forgive me, I done sin-sinnеd
Smoke on this dope, I get high off thе twin-twin (Gas)
Shoot him in the back and the neck with this four-ten (Huh?)
I cannot take disrespect from not no man
In love with the Glock, I'm protected by romance (Yeah)
These opp n***as pu**y, they might as well hold hands
All this ice on me, I turned myself to a snowman (That's on my mama)
I'm an OG, can't nobody control the man
My clip hold thirty-three like Nickelodeon (Rrah)
I got them keys, no custodian ('Stodian)
I finesse for them P's, hit the club, do the shoulder dance
No need for a belt 'cause the 40 gon' hold the pants
No envelope, get the fax and we mail 'em in
You snitched on your homie, why catch a case with you? I know you gon' tell again (Snitch)

Enemies all around
None of y'all ain't my friends
Enemies all around
Better get out my way, yeah, yeah
For life, I bet your life
You want the smoke, we got the light, yeah
Enemies, enemies all around
Try to take me down, won't go that way
Enemies, enemies all around
Try to take me down, won't go that way
For life, I bet your life
You want the smoke, we got the light, yeah

Stackin' that money, I rack up a mil'
My dogs, they be growlin', attack you for real
Rappers is cappin' for real
We packin' that heat like Cookie baggage that's sealed
I be smokin' on the haze
I be comin' for your plays
Bullets hit you with a graze
We ain't finna catch fades
Look at me, got 'em shook indeed
BlocBoy burn that Cookies weed (JB)
Independent and my merge game stay Daytona, we Pusha T's (Ugh)
Baby, look at me
The fly guy with the crooked teeth (Fly)
All dash, we be joggin' 'em out
f**k is you talkin' about?
I'm goin' hard
When I spit it, spit it straight from the heart
So the realest gonna feel it, on God
You's a facade, salute the squad
It's gettin' spooky, it's gettin' dark
Huh, we like the mob
When I say family life, it's for life and we live with the scars
On God

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