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[intro]
suck my d_ck, n_gga, this a public service announcement
i’m tired of y’all n_ggas dissin’ me
y’all n_ggas is b_tt, y’all n_ggas don’t get back
i f_cked a lot of y’all n_ggas b_tches (ah)
i’m talkin’ ’bout all that on this one
on that block, posted up like a statue (grrah)
smokin’ dotty, n_gga (grrah)
on that block, posted up like a— (grrah)
on that block, posted up like a— (the f_ck? grrah)
c blu

[chorus]
on that block, posted up like a statue
thirteen shots in this gun, tryna clap you
when i get in my bag, i’m elite
no song, bullets makin’ ’em leak (grrah)
mali, he spot on the drill, he’ll geek
like a widow, that n_gga gon’ creep
walk ’em down, f_ck shootin’ from deep
my n_ggas on timin’, they spinnin’ on feet (grrah)

[verse 1]
spin in tints, they don’t see us comin’
roll down the window, yellin’ out, “what’s gunnin’?”
yell it back, bullets get to dumpin’
tryna leave a gunna on the pave’
f_ck the 8, f_ck the ‘have, f_ck juu heff, f_ck caine
f_ck dot, we smokin’ his brain
and the one that died the other day
n_ggas soft, they don’t put in pain (ah)
yell out, “whoopty,” that’s a 48
yell it back, we crashin’ that plane
la a clown and i f_cked his b_tch
she a demon, gobble up the d_ck
yeah, i’m talkin’ ’bout izzy, shout out to that b_tch
tryna spin, he get turned to a spliff
i see sdot, he better not run
walk him down, yellin’ out, “come here
where you goin’? don’t be scared”
bullets hot, better pray my sh_t jam
like the sun, b_tch, i’m givin’ out ten
no stripper, but i keep a pole
and like brady, yeah, i let her throw
when— shh, got shot, why the f_ck he told? (n_gga, f_ck your deads, k!llin’ all my bros)
[bridge]
n_gga, f_ck your deads
f_ck edot, n_gga, f_ck notti
who else? f_ck rah
f_ck all ’em dead n_ggas

[verse 2]
i’m in harlem tryna let it flock
smokin’ mel, higher than edot
huncho a d_ck, one shot, he dropped (d_ckhead)
i’m a demon, tryna give ’em h_ll
rappin’ and drillin’ ’cause i got the bell (grrah)
my opps kids, we givin’ them the belt
suicide, that’s who did it to edot and mel
they was so young, why they k!lled they self?

[chorus]
on that block, posted up like a statue
thirteen shots in this gun, tryna clap you (grrah, grrah)
when i get in my bag, i’m elite
no song, bullets makin’ ’em leak
mali, he spot on the drill, he’ll geek
like a widow, that n_gga gon’ creep
walk ’em down, f_ck shootin’ from deep
my n_ggas on timin’, they spinnin’ on feet
[outro]
spin in tints, they don’t see us comin’
roll down the window, yellin’ out, “what’s gunnin’?”
yell it back, bullets get to dumpin’
tryna leave a gunna on the pave’
f_ck the 8, f_ck the ‘have, f_ck juu heff, f_ck caine
f_ck dot, we smokin’ his brain
and the one that died the other day (rrah)

- c blu

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