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intro]
wusgood shredder
nuki let sh+t bang n+gga
[verse 1]

(yeah, yeah, yeah ,yeah, yeah, yeah ,yeah, yeah,)
my b+tch keep finding blue racks in my laundry
i put them racks up on my plate when i was hungry
they asking how i got a 50 in these tight jeans
they ain’t know i had a tie it wit tha [?]
no picking and choosing we all gotta slide
they play in la then they all gotta die
where i’m from it ain’t safe we surrounded by crime
i’m surrounded by shooters they all in they prime
(yeah, yeah, yeah ,yeah, yеah, yeah ,yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
ayе ahh n+gga real it’s not disguise
i told shorty she mine kind ,aye
push up on me round 8 ,so i make my n+gga tot a 9
aye we how weapons when we ride and we got weapons when we high ,aye
i gotta talk to god cause i ain’t feelin this it’s like we livin just to die
healin my heart my heart now i’m scarred
playin my guitar ,my rock
decorate yo glock up wit some drums
see ahh opp and empty out ya gun
[verse 3]
just had a threesome like chris paul
shot on both dudes like derek henry
saint laurent on me like mark ingram
get da shootin out da demon got da oops screamin
i was broke now and i ran it up
now i got a million dollar s+m+n
i was savin all my tears wit drugs, hopin don’t n0body see me
know some n+ggas that’s going ride ride wit us
i’m helping them look for the keys
and i never knew this day would come
i would pay to put n+ggas on t’s
b+tch i’m big boss
take off ya lipgloss
i don’t like lipstick on my weed
thought ahh n+gga k!lled slim
i made da car get off
and i watched shoot dat b+tch on his knees
we hittin ,we slide ,we gotta get home
throw out da glocks like patrick mahomes
if money talk , you watching ya tone
didn’t borrow nun from you ,you left me alone
skrrt ,speed off and crash again
f+ck n+gga hatin on accident
put dem choppas to work we ain’t callin in
step in dirt leave doir prints
bad b+tch look like megan
still had to tell her i’m good tho
and the lil b+tch was stallion
you still hear the horses i’m pullin off to slow
still rockin bally ,these b+tches 150 and they come straight out of nuvo
i cut off my plug he knew what it was , and told him we blow all da new smoke
i’m making changes,i’m stayin dangerous
tryin wrap bodies,my soul singin
(yeah, yeah, yeah ,yeah, yeah, yeah ,yeah, yeah
my b+tch keep finding blue racks in my laundry
i put them racks up on da plate when i was hungry
they asking how i got a 50 in these tight jeans
they ain’t know i had a tie wit da [?]
no picking and choosing we all gotta slide
they play in la then they all gotta die
where i’m from it ain’t safe we surrounded by crime
i’m surrounded by shooters they all in they prime
(yeah, yeah, yeah ,yeah, yeah, yeah ,yeah, yeah,)

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