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Okay
Everybody put they Glocks in the air for me
Put your shit up
You got a stick on your shit, you got a fifty on your shit, put your shit in the air for me
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Uh)
Grrt (Uh)

Last opp we caught was at the store, we had to scrape him (Skrrt)
Lil' bro hopped out tripping with that switchy, he done faced him (Grrt)
Face shot, face shot, frrt frrt, they couldn't save him
We the ones getting busy up in the city, that's on my baby (That's on my son)
They block like a drive-thru, ask the opps how much we slide through
Ain't beefing, but you they family, you get caught, then you gon' die too (Dumbass)
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, stop the whip
Let me out, this chopstick gon' leave him open like a zip
Zip him up, tell buddy 'nem ass to come and pick him up (Come pick him up)
Niggas faking, acting like they thug life 'til we hit 'em up
Lot of niggas don't like me, for what? I ain't even did shit (I ain't even did nothin')
Make his bitch take dick to the head, I ain't even hit yet
How you mad she choosing me?
I like what she do to me
She say she feel safer over here
This where the shooters be
She say ain't no pape' up over there, shit, she barely eating (She starvin')
Can barely feed hisself, she told me, "Help, this nigga barely feed me"
We don't do the social tweet, these niggas too internet
Going live, tryna talk 'bout who got shot, we don't get into that
Can you leave it up in the streets with me? I ain't tryna go to jail
Keep mention my name in all of your posts, it ain't hard to tell (What the fuck?)
If you get smoked, they gon' come looking for me, nigga, you dumb as hell
This bitch think I love her, ooh-wee, she must be drunk as hell
I can't love no slut bitch, I love how they suck dick (I love how they eat dick)
Once I get my nut off, bitch, I'm skating like some TRUKFIT

You know what the fuck going on, nigga
Grrt
Big Sleaze, fuckboy

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