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Mh-mhh, aye, you want some smoke with me?
Smoke who?

Ay, n***a what, n***a who, boy i never heard of you
Mommas cryin' everywhere, n***a that's what murder do
They see me goin' on the [?], up this .30 right at you
I got a couple n***as left imma drop them [?] too
Run down on 'em, crack his head so i know he dead
They ratted on us, can't beef with 'em cause them n***as feds
Bullets had his top, i seen them drop, i gave 'em [?]
Pa** me the Glock i bet i'll pop and i [?]
All black with this mask we gon' crip we the crippers
Ion need a gang, by myself with my neeners
Scratchin' in my hand, it's a itch up on my fingеr
I get to spinnin out the Glock that b*t*h had turned to a singеr

Walk down gang we make sure to drop down
And his close [?] too she can't see [?]
And i was tuggin' on the block, the Glock hot 'cause the beam is on
And i was hot up in the trap, my Glock out so i [?]
Put me in the show i swear to God we thuggin' out
And don't you touch my securety, you know i got it on me
Ion need 100 n***as cause i crip on my lonley
And Lil' Tevo on the K he make you flip and get your dome spit
Ay, n***a what, n***a who, boy i never heard of you
Mommas cryin' everywhere, n***a that's what murder do
They see me goin' on the [?], up this .30 right at you
I got a couple n***as left imma drop them [?] too
All black with this mask we gon' crip we the crippers
Ion need a gang, by myself with my neeners
Scratchin' in my hand, it's a itch up on my finger
I get to spinnin out the Glock that b*t*h had turned to a singer

We gon' drop 'em body too, shooting sh*t like uncle Drew
Gucci shoes, Louie suit, Burberry in my clip
We gon' hang 'em like a [?], police ask my name im [?]
Shaming me, you shaming who, i get you murdered, shaming you
Give a f**k what you bangin' but i'm bleeding by the purple
Bullets hit him in his chest we gon give that boy a [?]
Shoot a snitch in his mouth, imma give that boy a girl
I put my d**k in her mouth till it slurp it up and j*rk
We don't play for [?}, n***a we just play for Keeps
Knew this sh*t was really beef when i started loosing sleep
I spy with this choppa, we ain't playin' hide and seek
Rock out, rock out, we gon' rock out, the thots out, so u know i got my c*ck out
The narcs out and my n***a put that pack down
You think that n***a still alive, b*t*h was spinnin' back round
Ay, n***a what, n***a who, boy i never heard of you
Mommas cryin' everywhere, n***a that's what murder do
They see me goin' on the [?], up this .30 right at you
I got a couple n***as left imma drop them [?] too
All black with this mask we gon' crip we the crippers
Ion need a gang, by myself with my neeners
Scratchin' in my hand, it's a itch up on my finger
I get to spinnin out the Glock that b*t*h had turned to a singer

Mh-hmm, [?] gang, wo-hoa
gang, runnin' to, shoot like uncle Drew, Prr
Top Shotta, Don Dada, mhh-hmm

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