Grrt, baow, baow, baow Grrt, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang If we spinning, we hitting whoever you with, like, soon as I boom, better dip Got a new Glock, I extended the clip, like, beam on this chop, I won't miss Told Dougie, "I'm fiending, bro, ain't no assist" Told Kay-Kay "Don't worry, I'ma do the hit" Nigga, Dougie my brother, I'm taking that risk, like, fuck it, let's go take a trip Yo, Dougz, you spin, I spin, you throw five, I throw ten We spinning around like we did it again, like, fuck it, we up at his friend Like bitch I'm MBK, so I throw up the trend Two flocks, two chop's we gon hop out again Like fuck that, walk up on his friend, like, huh, we gon', like Why the fuck niggas smoke on my opps like, they do not rap what they live? He tried to run but I clicked on his mans, like, hold on, I really rap what I did Nadi gon flock, he don't need rubber bands, like, what you think he gon do for the sig? Hollows start spitting, shit hit through his rib, like, don't get caught up in traffic again On parole with a chop, still moving too hot like, it ain't like he done clicked it again On parole with a chop still moving too hot like, like, like I ain't no killer don't push me, just gotta get back if he die, then it's fuck it, look Ace he just spot him, he got him, he don't want no problems so who really bugging, look Bitches be thinking they hot, backing out Henny and bitches be pop Gotta call thotty, we getting the drop If it's up then it's stuck, leave it up at the top When you run into me, bitch it's shoot or get shot I got too many opps, we got too many chops Bitch, I shoot double hands and I'm clearing the block If they send me the addy, walk up, let it flock La-dickda-di, I don't wanna party Like them ratchet, I don't want a Barbie Need a baddie who party like Cardi Is you ready to ride in a heartbeat? Smoochie, no cuffing, just eat me I'm sorry Jack the opps, you get put in a Marley Me and Kay two deep, no assist One thot, two chops, two flocks for the hit And you know I got to shoot two hands You get hit with this heat and you catching a tan Get low from the scene and then we get at his mans We hop out the V and then hop back in the van Put the shmoney on him and get shmurda if we can't get to him Knock him out pockets out, I walk with a limp Bro called tryna score but he done off the rims He looking at me like I know my hands on the grip, look He make a wrong move and I lift him, like If my mans don't get hype, Sha pop out the cut he gon' blitz him Took a pic and that boy did the same shit, I pop out and you know who I came with Ya mans died, nigga go and slide, he just posting pictures while it's raining (pussy) Red dot to his face tryna off him, how they kids want to slide 'cause I'm tossing I know they mad and they picture me dead, but I picture they big homie walking I been 90 before I was one, we ain't spin push the back to the front They see us broke, then I aim and they run, spin again if bro miss till he touched Red beam, how the fuck can I miss? I extended my clip, like And yeah, I heard the diss, talking all this gun shit with no hits, like He got shot and took it on the hop, 25 to the L if I get hit, like He came home and had a kid with two thots, I see him, I'm throwing and kicking his kid, like Gunsmoke we want all that (all that, all that) Yeah, that's them in the V, know I'm on that Justo, wait to shoot I'm like fall back Fuck that, grrt-da-baow now he off that, look Hit you up then go look for who sent you Bloody face, ski mask when I bend through, look See a crowd but he back out the nine I'm aiming for you and whoever you next to, like
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