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[intro]
(yeah, n_gga, f_ck is you talkin’ ’bout, n_gga? you know who’s on the beat)
(wardo, what the h_ll goin’?) on the other side, you know what i’m sayin’?
all life been some sh_t
n_ggas be jumpin’ off the plane, no parachute
n_ggas jump in the water, no life vest
you n_ggas backwards
yeah

[verse]
most of these n_ggas get left on drills and you tryna tell me they k!ll for real? (drills, drills)
and you know chuckyy dog got the wheel, i dump him down, won’t panic still
glock 20 under my belt with a kriss vec’, i wear twenty_eight, i gotta chill
these n_ggas’ life goin’ down the hill, i was chasin’ sh_t down, now rap my career (yeah, yeah)
we move sh_t likе bmf did, we get sh_t dropped all thе way in michigan (yeah, yeah)
f_ck n_gga drop a lo’, bet we push up, bronem spotted one, then we clip ’em (then we clip ’em)
i don’t even rock no more amiri, they think i went devil, but really a christian
b_tch tryna have my baby, you trippin’, i’ma step on hoes, you can’t even kick it (step)
in the trenches, i’m still a regular n_gga, in the tsa, i be walkin’ with a limp and sh_t
bake a n_gga sh_t like a pillsbury biscuit, “why you do that?” ’cause his sh_t got a ticket on it
these n_ggas just be thinkin’ i’m a rapper, i’m probably the n_gga that probably catch your homie (rrr)
step on a n_gga just like a zombie, switch got sick, that b_tch threw up on him (rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr)
workin’ at magic, i’ll probably put a bone in her, for that sh_t, i need me a trophy (no cap)
dunk on a f_ck n_gga just like rozan, how the f_ck you mad ’cause i’m chosen? (no bap)
in a lam’ truck, i’m switchin’ the lane up, tellin’ bugg’s dumb ass, “just scoot over” (no bap)
n_ggas get splattered in the bin like coffee, i was boss and i f_cked on a four piece
the way they post, you would think blogs know me, in the stu’, she tryna f_ck, she blowin’ me
everybody go in the crib in the mornin’, cadillac v truck, sound like we throwin’ it (hrr, hrr)
i just been sat back, plannin’ my tour and sh_t, might jack 200k in the mornin’ (ching)
the way sh_t goin’, when a n_gga get dropped, we gon’ spin back and we gon’ f_ck up the funeral
[outro]
ain’t no f_ckin’ rap bap
n_ggas know how the f_ck we comin’, we ain’t gotta broadcast none of this sh_t
we leave sh_t right there where the f_ckin’ trees grow, dumb_ass lil’ boy

- chuckyy

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