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They love that shit
They love the street shit
Fuck niggas talking 'bout, nigga?
Gang shit, nigga
They really love when you living too, though, gang
(Iced Up Records)

Yeah
Pop a Xanny bar, get to acting wild
Capping ass nigga need a cap and gown
Fuck a pussy, tell 'em real niggas back in style
Smoke shit like a black and mild
Bitch, I rap and ride
Fifty-thousand off that fetty, this a bank drop
Put a dukey in my pop, yeah, this straight drop
I'll turn a nigga tee into a tank top
I'm the type of nigga catch a body, I'm on every block
Get 'em whacked for 700 like Yeezy sneaks
I heard all your opps pussy, that's a easy beef
Pull up, shoot him in his shit, then we flee the scene
And I never let a nigga Young Jeezy me
I won't smoke with whoever, I'll smoke whoever
Got lil gang up in this bitch, I put 'em on whoever
I've been present for a minute, got foot on the pedal
Realist nigga in this shit, I need to own a medal
Got better jewelry than the rappers, ain't went gold or platinum
Got a two-tone Audermaur, yeah, this bitch gold or platinum
I heard they hating with their eyes keep shit [?]
I made fifty-thousand in Atlanta, I'ma blow at Magic

Yeah
Bitch, I made fifty-thousand in Atlanta, I might blow at Magic
Nigga, what?
Bitch, I made fifty-thousand in Atlanta, I might
Man fuck that

I made fifty in Detroit, I might just blow at Truth
Or I'll slide up in Mustangs, we finna throw a coupe
Bitch, I ain't talking 'bout the cops, but we them boys in blue
Yeah, told my niggas set the play and I'ma throw the oop
Told that bitch she set a play and she might lose her life
It's six o'clock and I can get a nigga blew tonight
If you got rats up in your circle, you might lose a stripe
They like, "Why you hang with all the robbers?"
I'm the shooting type
Niggas always switching teams they got forty jerseys
I ain't really got no friends, niggas know I'm scurvy
Yeah, put that thirty on that boy 'cause I know he Curry
I'll up a Rol' on your bitch, yeah, I know she thirsty
She ain't never had no bag or no ice for real
You a lame and your ice ain't real
I can tell you ain't no plug 'cause your price ain't real
I'm the type of nigga cut the lean and up price on seals
Nigga

What we on gang?
Still Robbin Season, bitch
You know how we coming, man
Know how I'm rocking
Big 6 nigga, Drank God
Yeah (Iced Out Records)
We really on that