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[chorus: freeband matt]
f_ck around, empty the clip
me and lil [?], just came from a l!ck
that boy, he a b_tch, he gave us his sh_t
split him in two, watch a n_gga die quick
the thick lil’ b_tch, she stay on this d_ck
stick ain’t move, got the stick on my hip
put dirt on my name, we comin’ with bl!cks
shoot this sh_t on, we droppin’ ’bout six

[verse 1: freeband matt]
shoot this sh_t on, we droppin’ ’bout six
i gotta lay low, ’cause the feds on my d_ck
i kick the b_tch out, she ain’t suckin’ no d_ck
and word on my mother, i keep me a stick
extendo so long, [?]
i hopped out that window and chased him and hit him with six
i go to your grave, i p_ss on your sh_t
i do my lil’ dance with my bro and my clique
how you want peace and then you gon’ talk?
and next n_gga talk, i’ma show him he soft
i’m countin’ this money, it givin’ me [?]
so many benjis’, it throwin’ me off
i’m up in the trap, she throwin’ her thong
these b_tches just f_ckin’ and suckin’ for fun
so many guns, you n_ggas got one
i’ll spin on yo’ block with a whole ‘lotta drums
i’ll spin on yo’ block with a whole ‘lotta drums
lil’ bro in the back, he do it for fun
ran off on the plug, we ran wit’ yo’ sh_t
we asked him for one, he gave us ’bout six
we up in that trap, knock_knock, who this?
bro, pass me the pistol, ’boutta smoke me a jit
you claimin’ you know me, you n_ggas’ my jits
i hopped on the plane, and told them, “we rich”
i hopped on the plane, and told them, “we rich”
mama, no struggle, your son’s wit’ the sh_t
you need that lil’ [?], i rob me a b_tch
[chorus: freeband matt]
f_ck around, empty the clip
me and lil [?], just came from a l!ck
that boy, he a b_tch, he gave us his sh_t
split him in two, watch a n_gga die quick
the thick lil’ b_tch, she stay on this d_ck
stick ain’t move, got the stick on my hip
put dirt on my name, we comin’ with bl!cks
shoot this sh_t on, we droppin’ ’bout six

[verse 2: road runna]
i got the drop onna’ opp, he a dummy
you can get shot if you’re tryna act funny
we light that sh_t up like it’s motherf_ckin’ [?]
they plottin’ on me ’cause they want some of the money
pull out my glizzy, now he runnin’ from me
keep one in the air, you ain’t takin’ sh_t from me
they love spinning blocks, but they ain’t k!llin’ nothin’
caught him and his bit’, and now she’s cryin’ and dumped him
n_ggas playing wit me, i ain’t playin’ like that
we bustin’ to you and we slide right back
if you bustin’ at me, then i’m bustin’ right back
tryna k!ll me, then you prolly’ get whacked
turned a lil’ opp into a brand new pack
[?] i ain’t going out like that
he got shot in his head, he got shot in his back
if you slide to my hood, then you will get checked
every n_gga that try to [?], [?] just know that he gon’ die
if you keep playin’ wit’ me, boy them n_ggas be stupid, they playin’ wit’ fire
ion’ know why he talkin’ that sh_t, that boy was lackin’ on i_95
he sendin’ me texts, he think that he tough, but i don’t even know this guy
you was my dog, but now you a b_tch in my eyes so i don’t give a f_ck
that rapper so funny, he think he a k!ller, ’til i really show him what’s up
he was locked up in [?], he made a lil’ diss, but we all know he p_ssy as f_ck
i just started laughin’, i saw that lil’ song, and i know he’s goofy as f_ck

- freeband matt

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