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[verse 1: christon out dat mall]
he tried to, he tried to, he tried to duck, but that switch had filled em’ up
he tried to duck, we left him stuck, guess the b_tch ran out of luck
we got them stick we don’t give a f_ck
i bet they don’t come play with us
man down now pick em’ up
them lil boys scared of us
we some lil n_ggas with some big boy sh_t that can stop a bus
[verse 2: gl3 youngin]
when we slide these n_ggas die
yeah we the ones that give out headstones
zipped a b_tch, he up and missing and now thеy city say we dead wrong
that switch go (brrratt) we gon buss him up for talking through thеm headphones
we the ones who dress in black, and push up on em, till his head gone
[verse 3: taz3dz]
you know we hopping out with drums
smoking 10 he hurt my lungs
watch i chase yo ass down
watch how fast you gon get gunned
screaming “murder” i get em’ done
up with the switch, gon leave em slumped
verse 4: 1kotg
gon hit him up, since he steady dissing
watch the p_ssy b_tch end up missing
they know that gang stand on bitness
i left that p_ssy n_gga sh_tty
tuck with a glizzy, not no smithen
i’m out my top, they know i’m with it
certified stepper, who really k!lling
get in that car, it’s strictly drilling
i’m all on feet, time to get em’
or have my shooters go and get em’
[verse 5: taylaylay]
blow out the window, flashing out
i’m tryna pin a b_tch
2 shots to his face, 8 to his body
this without a switch
walk down with this b_tch
up from the hip, you better take ya l!ck
chocho slanging the glock
i got the cutter
you know i keep a stick
f_ck what you holler
we pulling up
we tryna clear the business
ion leave no witness
i feel played, you know ima come and get ya
my shooters too official
dressed up in black
i’m strapped with a baby missle
better watch yo temper
i be round k!llers
and i’m a real hitter
[verse 6: christon out dat mall]
these n_ggas repping [?]
but they capping to get you whacked
i’m [?] headed with soldiers that tote the grind in that bag
don’t do the talking on that gram
i get you tortured and sn_tched
the glock bang without the switch
at your partner, he’ll tell you that
i got a [?], he quick to put it on a b_tch
no nfl he got hit, he tried to run we sent ah blitz
[verse 7: gl3 youngin]
set up a play to get em squished
you know lil youngin out his top
big doa check on yo partna
heard he got hit with that glock
[verse 8: taz3dz, 1kotg, & christon out dat mall]
i’m screaming “f_ck a block”
they ain’t no block them n_ggas p_ssy
everytime we spin they block them boys run
these n_ggas rookies
get out my top like f_ck a opp
i’m the one creeping in ya bushes
i’m the one put it on yo partna
man down i’m too official
ima keep shooting into his top
time for the ref to blow the whistle
my strength is up you already know
i had to crop em out the picture
we get the drop, we pulling up
you know we shooting straight with pistols
don’t try to run up in the house
ima leave you slumped right on a pillow
[verse 9: taylaylaw]
223s inside the house
i bet i give em everything soon as he come out
i was trained to buss ya sh_t, soon as he mouth off
got a couple b_tches copping out
i up this b_tch you know ima knock his top off
i’ll run yo shooter down and leave him knocked out, leave him stuck there n_gga

- yto4l

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