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y’all boy is finished n_gga, i told y’all n_ggas finished n_gga
me and my gang n_gga two two three man y’all know we climb n_gga we are your worse nightmare n_gga
y’all go to sleep n_gga y’all dream bout this sh_t n_gga
we live this sh_t n_gga, y’all boy dumb man
that people sh_t man, that sh_t right right
i wish them n_ggas would have listened, that we ain’t stuck in the kitchen y’all n_ggas ball from the benches, gotta f_ck with y’all from a distance i drop it too then i mix it, i gave my dope in extension
i turn my clothes into christian, we just got started you finished i don’t know way i be scorching, we dropping sh_lls on your porches went from impalas to porches, codeine cowboy pushing horse windows whеn sellers the floor, onе cl!cky it open the door back seat curtain for the horse, i think they f_ck with the boy back to her i need to scout, my place comin’ in and out we cruise control in the route, my phone keep hitting like ouch i’m flying birds to the south, i’m putting t__th in they mouth like 23 in the puoch, f_ck beef we shooting it out
i swear these n_gga’s don’t listen, i think they dead to the key my dope is hitting they flinching, left two more hits on your b_tch i like my guns like my b_tches, they get extended with clips
i stopped pretending i’m rich, i’m really living this sh_t
don’t know these n_ggas but i know they hoes and all that they be don’t kiss and tell he’ll go to jail for what you did in my crib ain’t starting hoes i’m stunning bows, i get them gone in the jeep no nine to five but i’ve gat five nines put you in you in a spliff
i wish them n_ggas would have listened, that we ain’t stuck in the kitchen y’all n_ggas ball from the benches, gotta f_ck with y’all from a distance i drop it too then i mix it, i gave my dope in extension
i turn my clothes into christian, we just got started you finished
i don’t know way i be scorching, we dropping sh_lls on your porches went from impalas to porches, codeine cowboy pushing horse windows when sellers the floor, one cl!cky it open the door back seat curtain for the horse, i think they f_ck with the boy i seen you chick boy you done, your b_tch she call me the one don’t get respect for you son, might hit your hoe from the front my pockets lit like the clumps, your diamonds don’t even punch we eat fellini’s for lunch, cl!ck all bellini’s i’m drunk
this b_tch she’s stripping i’m tipping she tryna get out my wand i pray the two two three i guess that make son of a gun
i put them bands up on his head i guess he gone gonna run
my shooters feared and then they don’t beg they wanna k!ll you for fun these cubins hang around my neck got me walking in a hush
i make it happen, i’m the captain they call me in the crunch
your rebel b_tch gon eat my d_ck so imma call her a munch
i should have switched i never miss, i guess i’m making a point
i wish them n_ggas would have listened, that we ain’t stuck in the kitchen y’all n_ggas ball from the benches, gotta f_ck with y’all from a distance i drop it too then i mix it, i gave my dope in extension
i turn my clothes into christian, we just got started you finished
i don’t know way i be scorching, we dropping sh_lls on your porches went from impalas to porches, codeine cowboy pushing horse windows when sellers the floor, one cl!cky it open the door
back seat curtain for the horse, i think they f_ck with the boy
i think they f_ck with the boy
i think they f_ck with the boy

- crash rarri

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