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n***a, it get sleaze
Tell him if he come, then come with Ps
We on some city sh*t, I'm from the Ts
Wash my bottoms, 'cause they bleed
Every b*t*h I'm with gon' come with cheese
And if we politickin', who want Bean?
I could make n***as believe
And I could show a b*t*h how to achieve
Told my son watch the streets, 'cause they mean
And be solid to your team
Money on his head, you know he green
FN, I can't stuff it in my jeans
On his head I put the beam

We gon' make 'em all believе
Heart turned cold, but I still wear it on my sleevе
We gon' kill 'em all, but they say death come in threes
So if they take my brother, we gon' take two at least, yeah
Let's set some plays for some Ms when we huddled up
We know times get hard, that's why we stack it like a double cup
And if I fall off, I know my brother there to pick me up
Feed him all slugs, I hope his brother there to pick him up
We gon' make 'em all believe
Heart turned cold, but I still wear it on my sleeve
We gon' kill 'em all, but they say death come in threes
So if they take my brother, we gon' take two at least, yeah

Worse come to worst, it's just some trigger play, we known for it
Sneak dissin', talking tough, I can get you gone for it
Big dawg in my section, shooters, they gon' step for me
n***as play the game foul, should've brought a referee
Shout out to my T n***as, Earl, Flocka, long live
I was taught to never play kid games with grown men
n***as scared to jump in that deep end get thrown in (pu**y)
Diamonds like water, wrist looking like the ocean

The trenches sicker than the COVID
Gotta keep that heater, 'cause the world get the coldest
Brand new four-five, it's known to leave 'em n***as open
If that n***a make it, then he probably in a coma
It's a million of them n***as, it's only one of me
I put VVs on my neck 'cause it was hard to breathe
When your dawg filled with venom, sometimes it's hard to see
Yeah, he was real from the jump, but you know looks deceive

We gon' make 'em all believe
Heart turned cold, but I still wear it on my sleeve
We gon' kill 'em all, but they say death come in threes
So if they take my brother, we gon' take two at least, yeah
Let's set some plays for some Ms when we huddled up
We know times get hard, that's why we stack it like a double cup
And if I fall off, I know my brother there to pick me up
Feed him all slugs, I hope his brother there to pick him up

They say death come in threes
We gon' take two at least, yeah

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