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Ey, Murda Worth to G County sh*t
Kenny B, Peso Peso, gang
Ha, Kenny B, ey, ey ey

I might've just jumped in the vette
My young n***as slidin, they throwin a set
Instagram model I got that b*t*h wet
b*t*h this a MAC, no Uzi no TEC
Slap a lil b*t*h cause she talkin, need d**k
Signed me a deal dropped a bag on my neck
f**k with my youngin we crash and we wreck
Trap with lil Peso, he tell me we run up a check
He tell me it's better than sex
He tell me a n***a f**k one day you know that he wet
My verse, Kenny B pull out that TEC
Came in that rent, he gon leave in that stretch
b*t*h I be thuggin and muggin I'm throwin my set
I swear I know b*t*hes that good for that neck
We on the block, n***a, who wanna play?
Droppin that bag on a n***a
Take out the trash trynna bag me a n***a
Imma run up that check, I ain't askin no n***a
Kenny B chill, I flash on a n***a
Roll up that dope I ain't passin a n***a
b*t*h I'm in the sixth, come to the hood
Swear to God you ain't gotta ask for a n***a

You ain't gotta ask sh*t
I'm slidin through the hood with a hundred round clip
Might stop at your house let it off then I dip
Peso Peso they be feelin my drip
I be whippin dope with my right hand
If you want a kilo come with twenty-five bands
Play with the gang, I ain't playin
Imma come to your show and get you and your hype man
I'm on the block I just pour the deuce up
Imma stash like there one or two of em
Got pleks with me I got TECs with me
I come to your spot and I shoot your crew up
I'm with Kenny B we ain't stop sh*t
I got chains on my neck and rocks on my fit
And I gotta lotta diamonds in my mouth
And I get a lotta guap from your b*t*h
Eyy
Too many racks in my pocket can't fit
Got a problem with me, I got choppas in the whip
Can't rap with me cause my prices too still
I'm bossed up I got killers on go
In the trap, strapped, throwin packs for the low
Soon as you out of the store Imma let it blow
Get a n***a killed for a pound of dro

Ey
I send a blitz, double
Never change gang we gon meet that's a huddle
Diss on the gang you in trouble
I put that d**k in his bae, he mad
He wanna scuffle, I will not tussle
I got a thirty-round clip, it get to bussin
Told my young n***a to off him, it's nothing
Twelve at the store, they be checkin my pockets, I told em I ain't sellin nothing
I got my feet on the gas and I'm doing the dash, I might speed in the hood like I'm rushin
Never change gang, they will catch you and that ain't even nothin
Haa you think they ain't bussin?
Got jam with the gang gang turn to a nothin
I get the loaf, I get the bread like a muffin

Lil n***a I trap in the gutter
I'm grippin that choppa I skoot up and flush ya
You don't want grease with me, I don't wanna speak
Imma kill you and your brother
I'm bellin with killers I don't hang with busters
Kenny B youngin, that my lil blooda
n***as go to jail with no bail, then a n***a start singin like Usher
I ain't got racks in my purse, I got racks in my pocket
I'm stagin my show and I'm clenchin my rocket
Don't reach for my chain, Imma up it and pop it
n***a know I got a bag on me, and I splash up wearin Dolce &amp; Gabbana
I keep me a tool like I work for O'Reilly
Put the dope in her pu**y if the laws get behind me

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