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[intro]
glah, glah, glah
mis the f_cking gang man, all y’all n_ggas suck my d_ck
you see how me and my n_ggas coming, hahaha

[verse]
man i’m just tryna send y’all lil n_ggas the message
y’all wanna fight but i ain’t with the wrestling
lost bro to the streets so we stocked up the pressure
[?] texting a letter
on the set i get jumped, i’m up back with the tooly
and don’t try to front cuz i flock on a mulie
she be sucking so good can’t forget how she blew me
she a freak, backshots, throw the thumb on her what
on the set i’ma beat him ‘i don’t got my gun
why sav in the a, yea that boy got bun
don’t give us a reason we flocking for fun
h_ll no we ain’t stopping for jakes are you dumb
she got kicked out the crib cause’ she ain’t tryna run
got a glock green beam and it came with a drum
last time i seen a opp, that boy tried to run
too much drizz in the spliff, they left that boy done
b_tch i’m way too famous i could never lack, r.i.p booma that boy is a pack
there’s too many ooters tryna piece of the rack
got the treesh in the v getting beef in the back
drop the beam on the fn, take off his melon
why the call him 03 if he always throw seven
aymac got toast in the back and that boy still eleven
you cannot compete if you not where we stepping
there’s a few n_ggas dead, couple lost to the system
when mama was talkin’, we shoulda’ just listened
she did not wanna walk you will not catch me limping
but there’s always a ride you will not catch me slipping
[?] tutu in court heard bl!cky da bl!cky, now he running ricky
[?] free marbendblocks, man f_ck with the [?]
n_ggas softer than tissue they never on sh_t
bobby finally home, now everyone crip
we just smoking on shiesty, let’s not forget
2_6 is a 60, g to my d_ck
how the f_ck you gon’ spin you don’t post on no strip
[?] hat trick, get hit
don’t run up on ta cause’ he totin’ that fifth
got a glock with a drum and i’m fiening to cl!ck
f_ck around and this [?] go r_t_rded
i’m really a shooter and driver i don’t gotta park it
missed a few shots but i still hit my target
all these n_ggas got guns but who really gon’ spark it
sosa flocking that nina with no hesitation
and he ain’t wanna spin, he just did it cause his big bros made him
tell brusha pull up, no doubt he a racer
i be whipping the v coulda thought i was racing
[?] shorty be barking
no ball, but i’m still on court shooting like harden
one shot to his dome now his face look departed
your b_tch like me best cause i f_ck her the hardest
that boomer be punching like it’s medication
i just wanna f_ck, i cannot do relation
amiri’s from saks we do not do the fake sh_t
reload, glah, glah, that’s a face lift
[?]
fastway, mis the f_cking gang
[?] free ajugs, free marbendblocks, free plive, freaky, free all the guys
[?] lz, mis

- chris elite

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