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New b*t*hes when I drop a new song
Ruth's Chris after the homies drop a new opp
New sticks for you if you want to pop off
I got a Ruger n***a we ain't finna boo-bop
If I see an enemy then it's a shootout
You can throw your best punch but it's best you don't
You pull up looking for trouble, you get what you want
I know some n***as that will but I know you won't
I know some n***as that kill but I know you don't
I used to be in the field like I was Chris Jones
I could boss up your life but it'll take a second
I could put you on sh*t that you ain't been on
I could put you in whips that you ain't been in
I could take you on rides you couldn't get on
I was always the odd one, I didn't fit in
Now all the n***as that bleed me, I'm finna sh*t on 'em
If I told you anything just know I really meant it
I wanna rap 'bout passing but it's just been a minute
I wanna rap 'bout nine cause I ain't rеally did it
I tried to tell you my story but you ain't really listеn
The only time you was cookin' was when you in the kitchen
I was cookin' up everywhere tryna make the chicken
My mama told me, "watch the snakes," I didn't pay attention
I had to pay the consequences because they f**kin' did me, oh
And don't play with Remble because he got a gun
And don't play with Smokey because he got a semi
If we bounce out with choppas, I know they better run
Cause we don't stop shooting until our clips are empty
n***as silly, pull up and drop 'em to make 'em really feel me
Caught a body, I was just praying and hoping God forgive me
Plenty killings, bodies on bodies they killin' plenty n***as
Flip a n***a, make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us
Fake or real until them n***as free
n***as really walking around with thoughts of killing me
Forgive 'em God, for they not know I keep my blick on me
Don't go nowhere without my pole, they can't get sh*t for free
Aye, keep that sh*t on drive don't even park the car
Aye, Remble he trippin', he goin' bar for bar
And they know I'ma finish so they don't even start
And we came a long way from running fades at the park
b*t*h, pull up with Glocks with long extensions on 'em
Yeah, hop out on opps and slaughter your opponent
Yeah, said you was a gangster and now you gotta show it
Yeah, one opp on burner and now you gotta blow it
Yeah, no cap, it's Remble but that's beside the point
Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder, can't see I'm the joint
b*t*h, I'm with my best friends
XDs, Glocks, big mops, Deagles, and FNs

sh*t, that's a stick on me
He used to walk you to the park, we finna get on him
Don't give a f**k if that's your big homie
Get extra points if you knockdown to somebody
n***as talking 'bout they want me, n***a come find me
How we just left a n***a block, left him dumbfounded
Lights flashing everywhere, yeah gold 'round me
We pulled up at his momma's house cause he a homebody
How we just did him with your stupid
Slammed a n***a then went partying out in Ruth's Chris
Ku Klux, hang a pu**y n***a doing too much
All the d**k riding you doing need a new butt
f**k all that atting me on Twitter, come out and shoot some
n***as woofing, I love to drop a new op
Caught him walking to his car, did him like 2Pac
I hang out with real killers, that's what you not
I'm tryna stuff hundreds of thousands up in shoe boxes
Stinc Team don't like it, what you gon' do about it?
b*t*h, I beat life twice, I'ma two-timer, shoe shiner
Flick of the wrist, look I bought new diamonds
My lil' n***a wanna whack you, I got his shoe size
Tryna reach for my pieces, n***a is you high?
With my record, I could never go to Dubai
He's never coming back and that's that, I said it two times, ooh

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