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Dummy
Aye these n*ggas musta forgot n***a
Dummy
Aye these n*ggas musta forgot n***a
Dummy
Aye these n*ggas musta forgot n***a

N*gga I’m king of these streets n*gga
F**k you talkin bout n*gga
North Dallas Texas (Gangland)

Do we got a problem n*gga
Whats poppin fam
We can do this sh*t right now
You know how I get down
(Aye how you get down 3)
Beat a n*gga blue before I gun him
Knock his face out of place with this 40
Till he start jumpin round
B*t*h I’m from north Dallas
Where we put bodies up underground
War ready wit choppas
I might run the play wit uncle sam
F**k that
I heard that lil n*gga flexin on Instagram
C*ck back
Flip that lil n*gga til that b*t*h hit the ground
Whats all the hatin fo
Cuz we shining and getting rich as hell
38 hit him so hard
Gave that hoe sicklе cell
A couple n*ggas
Switched up on mе
I’m glad they did fa real
Cuz look at
On like a b*t*h watch how I give em hell
They isolate my side of the city
You think we give a damn
This gangland
North Dallas land
Shoot til the pistol jam
44
Ready to ride on em when they be sleep
Ready to get up and hit up they street
I got killas who willing to do the whole ting
Feel like I’m ready to put on a beanie
Go knock off a n*gga that feel that I’m weak
We trap wit that 30
Don’t f**k wit lil 3
I won't let a lil n***a get stripes on a G
I’m ready to ride stand up and look in my eyes
Pull up and equip wit that iron
Deep in n*ggas mind know they hate me inside
But no I won't stop til I die
Set it off wit that fire
Bet it go BLOCKA BLOCKA
N*gga know that I gotcha
I work for mafia team full of hittas
Watch how they chop em up
You thinkin they stoppin us (nope)
That is lie f**k they apology
For thinkin that these rappers in Dallas was somewhat hot as me
Come shop wit three
I’m right around the corner where my lil patnas be
I don’t dance but in yo hoe p*ssy I might just ride the beat
They say that lil n*gga too gangsta
He always talkin street
They say I’m hot head but I just ain't friendly
That’s just how I be
V.I.P fully bad b*t*hes
I’m wit a flock of freaks
And know this
I will beat b*t*h thinkin she plottin on me
My n*ggas say f**k all that cappin lil b*t*h you got the streets
I told him this
Since I start rappin these n*ggas think I’m weak
(Fa real n***a, sh*t man wipe blood off my MF gun n***a, I dun pistol whip this b*t*h a** n***a for 25 minutes straight n*gga, get the f**k out the spot now n*gga, f**k you talkin bout)

Red bandana round my head like an Indian
This a gangsta party so ain't no getting in getting in
These hoes say I’m wrong it neva fail
I try to hit the friend
God let me make it home tonight I know they wanna kill me
And everything a n***a talkin bout
Just know I really live
And every shooter that you see around me know they really will
Knock a n*gga spine outta his back when I say so
N*gga I ain't lyin in none of my raps
You ain't safe hoe
Whats happenin, Whats happenin, Whats happenin
Whats happenin, Whats happenin, Whats happenin
Whats happenin b*t*h a** n***a real talk

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