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[intro]
(snair jordan)
(aye, juu? wassup, lil n_gga?)
(you know what the f_ck goin’ on, aye, jordan!)
(wop)
wop, mob! (mob!)
uh, uh, uh (yeah, yeah!)
i know it’s crazy i’m still here, yeah (yeah)
aye, jordan turn me up, n_gga, wop (wop)
aye cam, wassup bruh? (mob, mob)
yeah
uh, uh (uh, uh)
[verse]
uh, uh, yeah i got hit, n_ggas sick that i’m still here
i’m still on the hill i could make me a mil’ here
some n_ggas switched, if they real then they still here
i make the b_tch chop a brick like she k!ll bill
we stopped the car cause we blew out the rear wheel
shake down the spot and make everyone sit still
small rp’s can’t f_ck wit them big pills
name whole weight on my block and i’m grown up
how the f_ck you dissing me and won’t own up?
hits everywhere, but you can’t serve the wrong one
i still wonder how [?] out, round one
i’m bout to spin, pop the capsule and down one
whip out that ten when i catch him and blow him up
i dropped the window and hit when i rolled up
i took his soul, got his b_tch ass rolled up
uh, uh, uh, perpetuating got him k!lled for that fake sh_t
he got a chain, we ain’t sn_tching that fake sh_t
jackboy life, n_gga, we still take sh_t
b_tch, i’m a k!ller, i’ma embrace it
somebody hit me, bet i’ma spank ’em
n_ggas get rich, how the f_ck is they changing?
i did it too, but i’m still where i’m claiming (uh, uh, uh, mob)
d_boy sh_t, yeah we still in that dope game
blowing that hot sh_t? somebody set him with blow gang, mob!
he spin with no mask, cause he ain’t got no brain
think he look sweet, but his dumb ass so lame
i took his p and put bake in the whole thing
he got a b_tch who done sucked up the whole gang
uh, wop
get on professional sh_t when i come, b_tch
i’m [?]_out so don’t think i’m on dumb sh_t
everyone left when i got on my own sh_t
i know you here cause i finally got old, b_tch
i know the truth and you n_ggas ain’t on sh_t
they ain’t on money, they only on d_ck
i decked the whip, ’bout to get a new foreign quick
many men with me, i’m spinning with plenty men
we got a show and i’m sneaking them semi’s in
v.i.p b_tches and wop brought plenty in
checking his pockets, i look he got linen in
she like “i disappeared, i think it been a year”
when i wan’ f_ck her again i’ma re_appear
i had his drink at the park, got him sipping deer
i’m in the streets with a gun without no fear, b_tch
wop, all of my n_ggas got jersey’s
i’ma wake up meet a j off the early
i don’t do sh_t if i don’t got that 30
f_cking this b_tch got the b_tch saying marry me
i tell her “no” and don’t say if she scaring me
b_tches be slimy, conniving, and squirmy
hop in the back with the sliders and burn you
giving out game, but you youngins don’t know the ropes
i brought the fully to muhf_ckin’ [?]
i got a folder on b_tches who know they hoes
hop out the car, two glocks, i’ma slow stroke
i punched a opp in the face and his nose broke
auntie kitchen like a muhf_ckin’ dope hole
that n_gga perc, now his name on the low low
[?] shot in his sh_t, he got no soul
[outro]
b_tch! (mob)
(for real, b_tch)
([?] shot in his sh_t, he got so soul)
(b_tch ass n_gga, shot in his sh_t, he got no soul)
(for real)
(aye, jordan? turn me down)

- no savage

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