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I ain't gon' lie, this muf**ka classic right here. I ain't even gon' lie to you, I ain't gon' lie, when I hear the music man that sh*t, that sh*t slap, that sh*t give me the chills, you feel me? I know y'all know that muf**kin' feeling you feel me. Muf**kas spitting that real, you feel me? Or a muf**ka gassing, you feel me? Muf**ka get goosebumps, you feel me? That's how I be feeling, you feel me? When I hear something, you feel me? That's something serious. This sh*t right here, this sh*t something serious. n***a pay attention n***a, on the gang

And what you b*t*h n***as saying?
I'll slide down and leave a b*t*h n***a nameless
Oh, or leave a b*t*h n***a famous
A hundrеd something shots a make a n***a hit the matrix
A hundrеd something shots a make a n***a count his blessings
OT with the, now I'm up like I'm restless
She like, "You just wanna get your nut." b*t*h you guessed it
Well sh*t, let's get straight to the point since you said it
Uh, ol' smart ass b*t*h
Catch me a opp then his car getting flipped
n***a, who you startling with?
Shout out SOB they are part of the clique on the gang
Watch how I pick this sh*t up n***a, right where I left off
n***a on the gang n***a, I ain't never left
n***a watch this
b*t*h it's DaBoii, I'm the heart of the clique
Still in the streets though I'm scarfing and sh*t
Boy your ray fake and I'm stars in the city
n***a you a ho, not far from a b*t*h
When I hear the music, I get my groove on
They been waiting for me to drop, it's been too long
I like my Glocks all black never two toned
I been sh*tting on you n***as get my poop on
Turn the roof on, I meant take it down
Put a, on a, it won't make a sound
Put me, in a, I won't make a sound
And I ain't talkin' sirloin what we stacking now
I ain't talking 'bout a plan when we plot n***a
Like bruh was too heavy, drop the n***a
Coulda got the n***a gone he had gonner wit' 'em
Yeah it's tints on the buffs but I'm watching n***as
n***a you ain't getting high, that's a Black & Mild
n***a shout out to the real 'cause we back in style
My white boy pale as sh*t, still be blacking out
If you wanna make me proud, bring me back a thou'
Wanna have me satisfied? Bring me back ten
And If I don't got that strap, f**k it, back hand
Shook my ex in the club hmm back spin
b*t*h don't pull off yet, King ain't strapped in
I ain't coming to the club ain't no straps in
I thought you cared about your life? Why you lack then?
Point this b*t*h at your foot, n***a tap dance
Get on the beat and I eat like a fat man
Or get on when I eat like I'm Pac-Man
n***a strictly only brothers, I don't have friends
Wanna come to the V? n***a tap in
All my n***as stand in tar like we sacked Sims
And you can turn this b*t*h off b*t*h I'm still going
Tucked a, in my drawls, b*t*h it's still showing
I ain't smoked since last night b*t*h I'm still loaded
All I do is pop a Perc, now I feel focused
What the f**k is a goat? b*t*h I eat them
And if that sh*t was on the floor you would sleep in
I'll put the strap down, we can be men
But you still a whole b*t*h, let that sink in
When I lost Shied, made my heart bleed
Make him come up out his chain and his car keys
This ain't no mothaf**kin zan this a RP
Still be f**king with them Crips ah, RP
Boy your Benz a '05, you is not stunting
n***a I'll double back, I forgot something
I got love for the streets, learned a lot from it
n***a even til' this day on the block thugging
n***a I can never slip, on the block clutching
Ain't no sign on this here, still a stop something
How y'all n***as want smoke but y'all not puffing
From the front to the back they like stop cutting
Yeah, b*t*h I'm back on
n***a shout out to the Glock, that's my backbone
b*t*h I'm way too turnt to make a sad song
Why the f**k you in the field if your strap home?
b*t*h

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