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yea
gotta say sumn
anything but the truth
gotta take sumn
b+tch, i’m making a move
hint at my twin, he not getting the clue
send him a sign, so i’m tying my shoe
hold up, lil b+tch, i got business
ringing my phone up
the f+ck is you thinking?
hold up, this sh+t getting hot
i can’t listen
gotta lock in ’cause i could end up finished
took me a few cars to clear up all the chickens
locked me a few years, it don’t matter, i’m not hissing
p+ssy+ass boys, yea, you p+ssy, you b+tches
talkin’ that sh+t, ion care, i don’t listen
come out and try it, and my pistol you kissing
come out and die, b+tch, i feel my heart itchin’
yea
it’s time for you to die
i’ll make it quick
i’ll make it happen
don’t even think twice
i got real homies that died wit’ their pride
they banging and praying and sh+t
cut off the fakes, yea, they leechin’ my life
’cause i’m chasing the money, no time to be playing and sh+t
b+tch, let’s get real, poppin’ a pill
calling me greedy, b+tch, what is your deal?
you f+ck with my money, you finna get k!lled
f+ck wit’ my gang ‘ndem, and sh+t gettin’ real
for real
breeding that b+tch, yea, i said f+ck a pill
spread all them lies, b+tch, i tell it fa real
swear to god, i was young and built for the field
bring yo whole team, and i k!ll ’em for real
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