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It's JoeFromYO
DLo on the beat

She tryna link up then eat up the line guys
Hit you up from a blindside, yeah
B*t*hes be sneaky, pull up with the Glock out
'Cause a n***a might pop out
My neck and my wrist, it's a million wide side
Got 'em lookin' so c*ckeyed
F**k it 'cause n***as don't ever be outside
And we never ain't outside

I'm finna shoot better watch out
I got the chopper from Moscow
Pull up we shootin' your house down
Try me this sh*t can get hostile
I just got a new Rollie, it's iced out
All this water on my neck, I might drown
Set a trap and hope the feds don’t find out
N***a try me, send his a** to iCloud

I had a bell and the stick on me (Stick on me)
Screamin' f**k you and your big homie (F**k)
I went to court with the CIG on me (CIG on me)
Bad b*t*hes, nothin’ but some tens on me
Wet up your block, when you leave me a show
And I hope you get hit it like ten homies
I got a whole I family, they depend on me
I was at ten, couple tens on me
Used to be down and I was so broke
And I ran this sh*t up, used to sleep in the bando
They pa** me the rock 'cause they know I got handle
Young n***as rich as a b*t*h with no manners
Look here, lil' b*t*h, you just look what you started
Pull up and shut down your party
And we like three of the hardest
Trap Manny with me, we went, got the Artist
I was fifteen when I got my first carbon
Shot my first n***a and that's when it started
We sippin' lean when we walk in the buildings
Pour up the drink and no f**kin' Bacardi
I'm in the Maybach, I'm closin' the curtains
I used to stand on the block, used to serve
I gave her forty racks inside a Birkin
I can't talk to the b*t*h if she ain't perfect
She tryna link up then eat up the line guys
Hit you up from a blindside, yeah
B*t*hes be sneaky, pull up with the Glock out
'Cause a n***a might pop out
My neck and my wrist, it's a million wide side
Got 'em lookin' so c*ckeyed
F**k it 'cause n***as don't ever be outside
And we never ain't outside

Yeah
Stupid b*t*h tryna hit me up in line guys
But I'm watchin' my blindside
I'm ridin' the Maybach, the body is wide size
And I'm sippin' while I drive
I'm in the penthouse, it sit on a high rise
Sh*t, I barely get Wi-Fi
Bring the Perc' 10's and I'm tryna get high-high
Sh*t, my life is like Syfy
Boogie got his hoodie on like the grim reaper
And we ain't got no friends neither
In your city in the sprinter, yeah, it's a ten seater
N***a we could've been deeper
But when I bring out the goons, they wanna end people
Yeah, you know them boys been eatin'
When they get in that mood, you better start tuckin' your jewels
It get hard to defend people
She tryna link up then eat up the line guys
Hit you up from a blindside, yeah
B*t*hes be sneaky, pull up with the Glock out
'Cause a n***a might pop out
My neck and my wrist, it's a million wide side
Got 'em lookin' so c*ckeyed
F**k it 'cause n***as don't ever be outside
And we never ain't outside

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