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26AR

My Set, Pt.II

 

My Set, Pt.II

(album: Drench Em - 2020)


Cause I move around too proper
(I get around with the gleesh)
All the bitches we fuck got good doctors
(She went to Dr. Miami)
From the back
Imma fuck up her whole posture
Whole team can perform
That's a good roster
Niggas be acting
They need Oscars
AR do his thing
I don't need shottas
Niggas we trick computers to get a bag
Shoot a opp to get a lac
Can't leave my gun
I be too attached
They only tote on the Internet
Can't compete
I got too much shit
They ain't fly
I got too much drip
Everyday I can take me a pic
Couple opps go
Gotta list
When I'm up
They ask do I need help
Nigga, where was you at
When I fell?
I'd be rich if I sell
My whole closet
Nigga you can play chess on my belt
Nigga you can play chess on my hat
They can't fuck with me
Word to my Hat
Run up on me
Get popped like a flat
Anytime that they threw
I threw back
He got hit
Now look at his health bar
If ya'll broke
Hit us up
We could help y'all
Just watch how that young nigga
Flex y'all
You a pup
AR is a big dog
When I'm coming
Can't nobody save ya'll
Ask about me in the state yard

Too official
Bitch I shoot like Tayy Official
Keep drippin
Might need a tissue
Me and Flock gon pres them missiles
If you run
Bullets catch up with you
My young boys gon
Get up with you
I ain't even gotta send that missile
He rap bout guns all day
When we see him
Ain't have his pistol
She tryna cuff me
No way, sis
Kick me a chevy
Or OA, bitch
They be inside
When we on they shit
Fuck all the opps
Cause I'm they list
Red beams, 16's
When we on they strip
Police
Big scene
When we leave they shit
(Red beams, 16's
When we on they strip
Police
Big scene
When we leave they shit)

It was the spit for me
Said she only swallow
The kids for me
No, I ain't gettin you nothing
Look, you is not tricking me
Opposition know ain't no bitchin me
Treeshes know ain't no kissing me
Robbers know ain't no sticking me
Robbers know ain't no UH

Cause I move around too proper
(I get around with the gleesh)
All the bitches we fuck got good doctors
(She went to Dr. Miami)
From the back
Imma fuck up her whole posture
Whole team can perform
That's a good roster
Niggas be acting
They need Oscars
AR do his thing
I don't need shottas
Niggas trick computers to get a bag
Shoot a opp to get a lac
Can't leave my gun
I be too attached
They only tote on the Internet
Can't compete
I got too much shit
They ain't fly
I got too much drip
Everyday I can take me a pic
Couple opps go
Gotta List

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