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Foenem grave, got Lil Moe in this b*t*h with me You already know how this sh*t go If it's beef then it's beef, what we talkin' about Put that Drake to your face ain't no talkin' it out When you leave out the crib I'm in front of yo' house Goofy shouldn't of let his gun on the couch If he spin through this block then I'm bumpin' him down Shots out the Drake got him jumpin' around Slide through the 8, we ain't f**kin' around We really put n***as under the ground We really put n***as under the street Hope you coming correct when you coming to me Got a stick in the Glock but the drum on the seat Just in case a n***a think he toughеr than me Think you tougher than me you get slumped in the streets If we don't got that heat you get stomped out with feet Who is this n***a that ride up the street? Boy, this choppa on me knock the J off a jeep If you ain't shootin' you drivin' Young n***as slidin', glidin', violent I hold that Drake like a mo'f**kin' violin I'ma keep shootin' until I hear siren Pullin' up blastin' I make them crash They hoppin' out fallin', they over dramatic Let's see who the fastest I was just laughin' I got so close I left blood on the ratchet (Ayy, ayy) Please don't tweak, we got chop in the party One false move and we stoppin' the party But I ain't gon' tweak 'cause it's bops in the party And one b*t*h tryna give me top in the party You got blick, well, I got blick too I'm itching just to see what this do Blick one, I blick two, he miss one, I hit two Ain't no shortage on blicks You f**k around and get shot in the head Ain't gotta do it that's more of a risk Put a brick on your head and just order the hit (Ayy, ooh, ayy) We at the door like you ordered some sh*t Put that pipe to your head, call your daughter a b*t*h I got all the money, all the drugs, all the funds but I feel it's more of it Pop out we spot him, we got him but where is yo' gun? We caught you without it, ayy He tryna run but where is you goin' The hollow tips poppin' out stop all that cappin' You don't be out here so stop all that rappin', boy We got some sh*t that a stop all the traffic We turn handguns to automatics You can get layed down like you on a palette I used to be in the back of the back Now I ride with that MAC in the back of the back Make 'em think that I forgot about that than a week later I'ma come back with a TEC Now somebody shot in the back of the neck He got away but the driver got stretched Now he left a trace 'cause the driver got stretched Now he just a n***a that's patched like the rest I got us low, I'ma keep shootin' 'til I ain't got no more Can't trust no b*t*h so I ain't got no hoe If he a problem then he gotta go Watch how you talk when talk to Lil Moe I got my name 'cause I shoot a lil' moe He tried to perform I'ma be at his show Them Scrapp Gang members, they be at yo' throat, damn (Ayy) He was that n***a that hold the blicks That we always send to the store and sh*t Don't ride up this block, we a blow at ya sh*t We don't even care if it's hoes in the whip We a still run up and put holes in the whip That's 2 to the neck and 4 to the hip Now that n***a dead over a b*t*h And I'm talkin' literally, over the b*t*h I got a Glock with a switch it do tricks You don't wanna see this b*t*h get to blickin' And don't think I'm slippin', I stay on my pivot I'm some like a Perc 'cause bruins is itchin' I'm itchin' to squeeze We got some sh*t that you wouldn't believe .762 it'll rip through a tree I swear these n***as they different from me (Ayy, ayy) Now we on the 8 'cause that's lil' folk and them block It ain't no tellin' what lil' folk and them got We be so comfortable sippin' on Wock' To keep it real I think we killed all the opps Foenem they hopped on yoppas All out the window with choppas They turned ya sh*t into pasta Look at ya roster You shouldn't of bothered one of them scrappers You shouldn't a bothered them scrappers You could get clapped up, we put n***as together No, we put n***as on stretchers We send n***as away forever Watch how you talk when you talkin' to me You could get shot from the top of the key Watch how you walk when you walk up on me I f**k around leave your top in the street
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