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iintro:
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this is real gentles production

hook:
they heard we hurting sh+t, my pockets big
got what they prefer
me and bristol cracking this sh+t natural
this ain’t no reefer
glock 26 ar+15 got my n+ggas reserved (got my n+ggas)
got the shooters always with me
b+tch this n+gga is secured( yeah yeah)

verse:
coming from mud k!ll it dirty
hustle so vital put a date
hear the voice like am durk
all the foes tell ’em am back
like
scared to pull the trigger
why you walking with a gun?( bow bow bow bow)
we be stating all them facts
we don’t brag about sh+t we got
talk about bristol in this rap sh+t
he nеver dropped sh+t (he nеver)
count my n+ggas on the sh+t
they never plot sh+t (they never)
put ’em deals on the trap sheet not on map sheet
south side n+ggas they be trapping as sh+t
no b be tripping as sh+t (d+mn)
last i checked they cut me off like they got sh+t sharp (huh!)
how you vouch something like wise man
he got an empty talk
bro gon’ dig lil deep
i can’t let ’em play with rap again (yeah)
got stuck in the streets
i ain’t dropping my ink on him again
like i switched a whip

in the studio i ain’t recording sh+t
am prolly smashing sh+t (smash)
got em plenty checks for dealing sh+t
am prolly cracking sh+t (crack it)
opps be talking like he dropping sh+t
he can’t get a b+tch (yeah)
got motions for the cash race
can’t catch me chasing a b+tch
heard you boujee these n+ggas hating me
you never stand on me (stand on)
p+ss me off on sh+t i invented
b+tch gon’ get some rest in peace
got the choppas on your best man skrr ratata (pow pow)
got a lot of sh+t to squash
b+tch, you can’t be on my watch

put this rap sh+t ’till my last breathe one hundred percent
from the ghetto i be going harder so i gotta represent (yeah)
b+tch waiting on me and she ready like she got a date (d+mn)
been with my brothers they can’t switch if i fall the other day
soon gon’ stump the streets (yeah yeah)
numbers on my fit still ain’t take a pic
you can’t take this rap sh+t out of me
it’s a hobby from my crib (pow pow)
she be counting my pockets
she a city girl tryna get a loui bag (n+gga)
step on my block my blade will target on your d+mn head (yeah)
designing my sh+t, n+ggas too lame i can’t mimic
ghost writing, i made that n+gga get a badge (raa)
hook:
they heard we hurting sh+t, my pockets big
got what they prefer
me and bristol cracking this sh+t natural
this ain’t no reefer
glock 26 ar+15 got my n+ggas reserved (got my n+ggas)
got the shooters always with me
b+tch this n+gga is secured (yeah)



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