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Part 1

M1OnTheBeat

Your sweet one's tryna go on boujee
Looking boogie, ayy miss, excuse me
No Niners safe in the 9 'till they bake in the A
Catch corn in their toupees
Half it, half it, bruck it into two piece
Age fourteen, started going on movies
Fifteen, when I first robbed me twosies
Sixteen, the 'rales dem tried do me

Aged fifteen when I stepped with the botty
Chinged him three times, should've said sorry
Get real close tryna push it in properly
G check him when gang too bossy
Get man down if you're moving oppy
Kermit, back the wap and move c*cky
Me and bro blacked out, moving dodgy
Bad B bruck her neck and move sloppy

I'm on the opp block like "let's find Wally"
Sorry, I ain't never touched nobody?
D**khead, my blade has done touched bodies
It's a big fifteen when I stepped in colly
I'm in a bando with two brown skin hotties
One give noddy and the other one copies
Bando's tryna bill this hotty
And I'm in a ding-dong tryna stuff this shotty
Free Boogie Bando, he got locked for murder
P*ssed, bro was a well know lurker
Turna, that day should've had his burner
Bandokay, I'm a real cash earner
I heard that them boys want beef
Me and DY made him drop his burger
Probably laugh cah this beater small
If I slap at your face, badman, it will hurt ya
Yo, your olders should get their license
Crashing cars on scooters, you're a learner
All now Lil Jojo ain't turned up
Face's hot and I need me a worker
She brucks her back, she's a well-known twerker, twerker
Mad brizz got my toes curl up
When you hit red gates can't go no further
I said no, you can't go no further

Young age when I stepped with the wap
Didn't think twice, just gripped on the mash
Lean out the ride or I Jump Out Gang
Me and bro in the bruck down dinger, that's facts
It won't take me long to itch it and backs
Man back out the Rambs and unclip that
Little did you know that I am sav'
Man pop this door, watch your best friend dash
A&E, where your brodies at
Jump Out Gang, watch bro double tap
Slap this wap, watch you Migraine Skank
Shh got slapped and he didn't ride back
Oh well, I don't know for your batch
We hop out, slap man right in his back
When we pull up on peds with a f**k off shank
Jump out the ride, ching man and then dash
They saw the OF's and them boy turned Casper
Rapper, no, you better call me a trapper
Kermit, known as a local crasher
Map up, don't get lost in that Mazda
If I reach for my waist, best back up, strap up
Protect your chest or get stabbed up
While the mandem was raving in Napa, mazza
I was on the block 'til the packs done
And no one can tell me about glidin'
Ridin', on the opp block, bare mileage
Hiding, where's Lampost? Can't find him
I'm lying, I just saw the pic of him dying
Fryin', fryin', this beef gets fryin'
And I don't know why they ain't turned pack yet
But word to bro-bro, of course we're tryin'
Ching man up on his block and start smilin'

Part 2

I'm on a Next Up getting told that I'm next up
Heads up, don't get your rasclart head buss
Ketchup, spilt all of that on my sweater
I'm on the opp block in this bruck down Vectra
Ten toes ting, peddle bike or a Vespa
Lack like Swift and get your rasclart drenched up
Man know I'm a OFB member
Put down your phone and go ride for your friend cuz'
In the back of this four-door hoopty, booky
It's me tryna make that movie
Loosy, don't be picky or choosy
I'm on the opp block tryna grab this groupie
And them boy are funny, man have got jokes like Scooby
And they heard I'm SJ and now them boys wan' do me
And I'm in the bando with this brown skin cutie, booty
If she wanna bang, she'll suit me
Big man come out your yard, get cabbaged
Long a** dots and bro got the hand ting
Don't be getting confused with rapping
We slide on man, we move like a**a**ins
Stop this whip, hold corn in your fabric
Chill on your block, no doubt we're attacking
I'm up in the field like Nemanja Matic
Back this wap and of course I'm slapping
You don't wanna buck bro excited
Bro get 'round, that's mileage
Dip him, knife him, hop back in
Then it's straight over my bits, that's how I like it
He got bored, needed reviving
Hold this corn if you f**k with the Niners
Beef with tongues and internet typers
Don't ride back when your friends get knifed in

Start of the year got nicked for a M
No comment officer, all the way to the end
Lil Jojo better cover his lense
Chopper-chopper, he's hit someone's Benz
The boy Creepz just circled for gems
Didn't find 'em and so we circled again
You ain't scored on the O, can you tell me when?
Slide on my block and you're getting ten
This bad B needs to line up the opps
And if she's with them, she can hold this flem
This is real sh*t, no need to pretend
Long live Neesh, that count was ments
Ments, that didn't make no sense
T bust up his face when he hopped that fence
Black blade swing with all of my strength
Swing with all of my strength

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