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[intro]
this that trap life, we pull them f_ck yoppas out on sight
and we catching f_ck n_ggas we don’t like
give a f_ck who you is, man, i’ll pull a strap out on a dyk_ (huh)
give a f_ck ’bout yo’ rights
we’ll pop a n_gga right at night
do a n_gga broad day, i’ll find out where the n_gga stay
(2wo2imes)
huh, grahh
babylife (purrr)
go (evil)
hundred round wit’ that glock on me get run
gang, yuh (grahh)
grahh, grahh_grahh

[verse]
ebg band gang goin’ for none’
ain’t reloading the clip this a fifty_round drum
don’t even walk in the trap, boy, yo’ ass might be done
got that stick in my bag, that b_tch feel like a ton
when i walk through that flame, man, that sh_t ain’t no fun
we got ar_15s, give a f_ck bout yo’ gun
better get off that block ‘fore y’all n_ggas get spun
put one in the head ’cause she know that i’m not the onе (gang, gang)
lil’ buddy, don’t pop yo’ gun
y’all act like y’all f_ck n_gga shot for some’
ebg gang stuck to the monеy like gum
most of these n_ggas got popped, so i’m seeing redrum (huh, gang)
heard that lil’ buddy got jumped (huh)
i mean, most of these n_ggas got stomped out
don’t hit my block ’cause you don’t know ’bout yo’ where_a_bouts
stick in the cars, it’s bigger than elephant snouts
and i gotta find my way out
’cause these n_ggas be watching me (yeah)
man, i put the fire where my pocket be
nothing about me counterfeit, that’s honesty
n_ggas ain’t got that pistol, how they shot at me?
and i just might hit the b_tch and i mean probably
man, i’m on the f_cking eastside where the shottas be
turn my phone off, why the f_ck is you calling me? (gang)
this that trap life, we pull them f_ck yoppas out on sight
and we catching f_ck n_ggas we don’t like
give a f_ck who you is, man, i’ll pull a strap out on a dyk_ (huh)
give a f_ck ’bout yo’ rights
we’ll pop a n_gga right at night
do a n_gga broad day, i’ll find out where the n_gga stay
[chorus]
fell in love with the wood on the drake
i’m finna cook ’em like a steak
shawty a rat ass n_gga, talk to the jakes
i heard he telling state_to_state (huh)
we’ll stomp a f_ck n_gga, ain’t talkin’ no brake
give a f_ck what you made, i made that in a day
we beat the block up then we head back to crystal lake
slit my throat before i talk to the jakes (gang)

[verse 2]
4ch, dropping rakes
ain’t no pocket watchin’ ’cause we get to much cake
i done cop a n_gga, n_ggas tried to flank us
man, this ain’t no rap beef, i’ll shoot yo’ tour bus up (huh)
gotta believe that babylife don’t give a f_ck
that’s the only way y’all both won’t be dust
lil’ buddy got popped, but don’t got no guts
told lil’ baby, “come over, let f_ck”
i want yo’ mouth, ho, i want yo’ tongue
man, i got them young n_gga going dumb
don’t come to my side n_gga, it ain’t fun over here
n_gga get spun over here
n_gga get shot round here
we don’t got no cops ’round here
you fight for yourself or get dropped over there
pass that b_tch to the gang, why the f_ck would i care? (yeah)
f_ck n_gga, why the f_ck would you dare?
let them shots fly, ain’t n0body getting spared
this a glock 9, ain’t got no time for no jail
’cause if i pull the shotty out, then that boy catch a sh_ll
i don’t take ls, how the f_ck can i fail?
and i hate cops ’cause they hate how i smell
put mascottie in the wood, the sh_t you can sail
man, i got these young n_ggas raising h_ll
h_ll nah, ain’t scared of no jail
all white glock, now his ass feel pale
you don’t got no chips so yo’ ass might be staled
you know me and 2wo2imes going dumb
and you know i’m gon’ add attachments on that gun
and i’m throwing up big bs, they must be stunned
don’t come ’round that way, n_gga, you get hung (you get hung)
[outro]
(grrah, grrah)
babylife, come ’round that way n_gga, don’t come round here
n_gga get— n_gga get gunned round here

- glokk40spaz

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