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bbg belock - no picks lyrics

[intro: ray vicks]
cmr lifestyle n+gga
i run with some young n+ggas that’s really ’bout they business
n+gga got a track record to speak for that sh+t n+gga
belock talk to them n+gga

[verse 1: bbg belock]
when i got that iron in my hand, i’mma’ slang it
chopper [?]
bring it to your dome, n+gga i don’t do no waitin’
[?], i ain’t got no f+ckin’ patience
say you want that drama, don’t be scared when i bring it
no beefin’ on the gram, b+tch you playin’ with a gangsta
whole lotta’ money from the [?], we be makin’
count it up a hunnid’, with my brother in the bas+m+nt
heard i’m getting money, so these n+ggas tryna snake me
[?] a bad b+tch, ain’t non’ of my hoes basic
hunnid’ round drums, i don’t show them on my page
put it in yo’ face, let you see it close range
real street n+gga, i ain’t nothin’ like the others
been in and out the system ever since i was a youngan
n+gga i’m bout robbin’, k!llin’, [?]
i’m living what i’m rappin’ n+gga, you can check my jacket

[interlude: ray vicks]
yeah y’all better take note from n+ggas that really living this sh+t
you know what i’m sayin’, don’t be listening to them internet gangstas
n+ggas never been through this sh+t
cmr [?]
[verse 2: jaydayoungan]
b+tch you know what it is, i ain’t really got too much to say
everyday, b+tch i’m in the trenches still [?]
out the gate, i’mma let you know you better not f+ck with jay (rrah, rrah)
hol’ on wait, b+tch [?] (bah, bah, bah)
it’s too late, youngan pull up, hop out get the [?]
catch you out in traffic, do you nasty on the interstate
or i could drop a bag and get you smashed, i got plenty [?]
no i won’t use a mask, and the clip hold more than 28 (haha)
we in this b+tch, don’t ask me if i’m strapped, b+tch you should know this
i be on some [?] sh+t, you n+ggas be on some old sh+t
[?] it’s that four sh+t, we who you don’t need no smoke with
you chillin’ with yo b+tch, she getting hit, that’s who you [?]
i’m that lil n+gga who be really in the streets
had to come up on the bag, yeah i found a way to eat
i was down to my last, ain’t n0body f+ck with me
now they see me going, yeah, and they all up on my [?]
[?] b+tch

[outro: ray vicks]
yeah, [?] what they thought, real n+ggas wasn’t gon’ link up
you know what i’m sayin’, real [?] now it’s real
they gotta’ let us in the motherf+ckin’ dome, we gon’ kick that b+tch open n+gga, yeah

- bbg belock lyrics

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