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[verse 1: fsdabender]
hit a n_gga with this 10, no he ain’t gettin’ up
come on that sh_t sound cool punch me in
i’m strapped down with two switches, me and, wet him up
this glock filled with bald heads and f_cked his face up
me and broski slidin’ in the ‘cat, don’t even chase us
we got gen 3’s and gen 5’s, don’t even play tough
i caught a n_gga lackin’ on they block and f_cked my j’s up

[verse 2: merepablo]
they hit that n_gga with that frrr, f_cked his face up
me and broski lampin’ on his crib, and it’s like 8 some’
f5ive said if he don’t come out, i bet i bake some’
i put that switchy in my hand, i bet i chase some’
baby, i bangin’ that 10 milli like a drac’
he was tryna cross the track and turned your dumbass into some shake
brodie grab another pound, we don’t smoke buddy out no 8th
what’s his name don’t get me high, so i’m gon’ roll up what’s his name?
[verse 3: fsdabender]
i told broski hit a head, and smoke a face
it’s so many dead n_ggas in this wood, i think i’m laced
we gon’ spin they whole hood, f_ck a drop, i hop out chase
and all that straps jump out feet, i got ’em duckin’ from the drac’
how i’ma spin them if they be hidin’, or posted with the jakes?
10 milli close case, will f_ck a n_gga whole day
we gon’ jump out broad day and blitz they block from both ways
f_ck the opps, they ain’t gon k!ll me, i’ma die from old age

[verse 4: merepablo]
i’m about to clear this b_tch out, brodie back up, just give me sp_ce
we pop out then blow ’em, let them turkey b_tts clap in your face
four n_ggas shootin’ spinnin’ blocks, they had a long day
i heard he lost his life ’cause that lil boy walked the wrong way
hop out then we chase, we f_ck up your day
brodie put a switchy on the pound, sound like a k
big ass arp, i can’t even hold it around my waist
better stay inside, you come outside and that’s gon’ be the day

[verse 5: ybcdul]
it’s mr. disrespectful
he caught two shots to the head, it f_cked his face up
qrizzy crossed the street, i don’t know why he tried to play tough
bud was playin’ ball in the 9, bro f_cked his j’s up
we pop out broad daylight and start f_ckin’ n_ggas days up
how you watch your homie die? there was nothin’ you could do
go ask fox29, we put n_ggas on the news
they said death come in 3’s, go ask the opps, they come in two
he keep lackin’ in that car, catch him right at back the new
fro was sittin’ on his couch, he ain’t get a chance to run
sidney got shot with his daddy, traumatized he miss his son
snipe and k3 died on the same drill, a 2 for 1
put a switchy on the 10, hit meen with the same gun
[verse 6: hopoutbl!ck]
if you tough enough to diss, then you can feel that hot sh_t
n_gga they know we don’t miss, the torchers come through drop sh_t
come from both ways, so you know he boxed in
he ain’t from the block but he scored with us, so you know he locked in
he must ain’t heard that [?], pumped gas with no gun
loafin’ at that getty, he ain’t get no chance to run
run up on him, get up close, come peep the job, make sure it’s done
before them switches i was finger f_ckin’ gl!cks tryna make ’em cum
i really bent ’em n_ggas blocks, i could tell you who start runnin’
4 deep all switches, hop out on him, drop a hundred
they keep lackin’ on they block, you know the torchers come through bussin’
baby this that real drink, your boyfriend lyin’, that’s robitussin
every time a n_gga diss, you know he dyin’, no discussion
he got hit all in his sh_t, you know we fryin’ for all that tough sh_t

- youngbagchasers

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