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pull up on my block
lil n-gga you get shot
b-tch i always got my jock
i’ll my n-ggas busting shots

and i’m always sipping wock
pills coming from the dot
ya i love me some pills
so i always pop a lot

p-ssy you an opp
send some shots up at your top
bad b-tch give me top
and she riding with that glock

gucci what i f-ckin rock
ya i don’t f-ck with cops
and i’m always on the block
hide it in my sock

mr. smith he got caught
with a picture of his c-ck
ya i did his -ss fraud
ya i made him lose his job

ya i made him lose his broad
took his life just like god
imma shoot it just like cod
b-tch i’ll smoke you like a mop

b-tch i’m just cooling
you know i’m f-ckin ruthless
i heard you n-ggas plotting
but you weren’t nothin to me ya

all you n-ggas goofies
she eat my like a two piece
lil b-tch she bad and boujee
got your b-tch givin coochie

she really wanna do me
ya she really wanna screw me
but i don’t f-ck with groupies
ya your b-tch act like she knew me

she really trying woo me
didn’t tell you that she blew me
ya i busted in her mouth
just like i shoot my uzi

and i stay t’d up
f-ck around and you get cheated
sippin lean out of a tea cup
dip and dash right in the (?)

got my hands up on her femur
ya your b-tch she is a screamer
next mornin wakin up
i like my coffee with the creamer

she pourin up the lean
she suckin the whole team
i’m finna p-ss that b-tch
i’m smokin on the green

got backwood light em up
my eyes go redden up
connect like dial up
you know she dial up

i flex on your hoe with my gucci
she callin me over i’m fendi
it’s all on my body givenchy
lil b-tch she be actin so stingy

i’m dinin on steak with designer
look at me b-tch imma pirate
hittin these n-ggas like t-tan
hater just want all this fightin

finna go flex for my boo
aimin a beam imma shoot
spittin these bars in my bas-m-nt
spittin so hot in my booth

lettin out fire like dragon
coppin the gr-ss i be packin
g for a few i be stackin
snicker like candy i’m wrappin

hunna on my waist
hunna on my brain
stay up in your lane
p-ss that hoe away

glock i cop it spray
never give a break
everyone i hate
suicide today

don’t want girls i want cars
but she gon f-ck like a star
guns always clap like barrage
makin these tracks in my garage

stealin the light cuz i’m dark
pull up she breakin my heart
but i’ll just p-ss it’s a start
only want money and cars



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