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[intro: maar]
chopz
e, what’s good, gang?
what we on?
huh, f_ck it
huh

[verse 1: maar]
b_tch, your gun, i want a pic today
yeah, the police took my 9 and i really like my 40, i’ma stick to drac’ (huh)
cut n_ggas off, they wanted money, but ain’t get the pape’
how you hatin’ on your mans gettin’ money and he just demonstrate it?
yeah, i feel like ali on sport’s ill_strated
knockin’ n_ggas down with one punch like come and get your mans up, huh
talkin’ like he got his gun, but his hands up
n_gga think this sh_t funny, alright, n_gga, stand up
huh, n_ggas that be with you be the first to get you
that’s when i first got my pistol, had to stick my mans up
i ain’t f_ckin’ with no n_ggas that be caught up in the system
when i first got my freak ho, it get my bail money
huh, b_tch, get your ass up, i think i smell somethin’
’bout to put some ice on my wrist like i fell on ’em
huh, watch who you be with ’cause these n_ggas snitch
if i hear the time that they was doin’, they’ll probably tell on you
hmm
b_tch_ass n_gga
ganja gang, walk down, striker boys
you know what the f_ck goin’ on
chopz, talk to ’em
[verse 2: chopz]
my sh_t real quick
i’m drinkin’ on the don like it’s my b_day
all i care about is pape’, green just like cj
tellin’ on them clippers give your ass a f_ckin’ tip fast
thought you wear panties ’cause his ass got some f_ckin’ b_tch ways
i remember comin’ last, now i got my ways
strap poppin’ up quick draw, ain’t comin’ off the waist
if she ain’t givin’ up the p_ssy, comin’ off the face
if i ain’t gettin’ to no munion, it ain’t a_okay
huh, i ain’t a_okay
girl, you caught me in the sleep moment, it was a drank day
my b_tch buy me sh_t too, i’m like, “thanks, bae”
slide on a n_gga after 12, it’s a late scape

[verse 3: babyfxce e]
wake up, wipe the crust off like this a pape’ day
i told y’all this not a friday, but i got day day
d_mn, today is a friday, so it’s after nates
i understand it’s that type of month, but you still got some neck
like, b_tch, don’t forget
yeah, come on
huh, i make money in my sleep, do you think i’m trippin’ ’bout that sh_t?
huh, you right, ’cause i still am
b_tch sucked the blood out my d_ck, she a real vamp’
box with the drum on the clip, this b_tch’ll k!ll a camp
[verse 4: maar]
huh, n_ggas know we got the guns, but they still step
we’d do his ass like chris brown, he ain’t gon’ see the next scene
sh_t bad, lil’ b_tch tryna f_ck
i’m like buns off of belly, i ain’t gon’ f_ck, but i can get the neck, please

[verse 5: chopz]
wanna see my verse on your song? check, please
them fake_ass chains finna have your f_ckin’ neck green
like my cup is
me and gang get to pressin’ sh_t, we don’t care who it is

[verse 6: babyfxce e]
you can still get the belt, don’t care what you did
don’t care if you got ten hats, can end by a switch
’bout some pape’, i’d crash, won’t be about a b_tch
don’t gotta spread my dog sh_t, you can see it ’bout my ‘fit

[outro: babyfxce e]
n_gga, add that sh_t up, n_gga
go to all my pictures and add them b_tches up and see what my ‘fit come up to, n_gga
m block, strike
all that sh_t

- babyfxce e

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