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Can't lie, one time, got it popping
He backed his shank 'cause they can't knock him
And when Sav gets mad, can't stop him
Ride and glide on the opps dem often
I think that I had too much maj 'cause the O looks weird and the work won't lock in
Cop it, chop it, pop them guns, get hot on the block, man shot them

More action, less chatting, chatting
Sav too sav', I'm a savage
Back then man it could have been K or J
Just know that both of us backed it
Jump out, woosh like I'm Taze
On the next mans block, they see who's on badness
The opps don't control their block
They ain't doing a lot, they ain't into the action (Mad ting)

Skid 'round with five tryna find them guys, I ain't talking no burger
Have you ever seen a .40 spin with the hollow tips, that's a lethal burner
Free bro, that's a well-known lurker
Something got slapped, no Tina
But I'm talking two hands on a Turner (Bo-boosh)

Saw man step and I jumped out, cheffed him
His bredren left him, I guess he weren't on it (Dickhead)
Last time that I revved up my engine I had man's face all over my bonnet
Hold on, who's that? What's that? Slow down, jump out quick, make sure you don't clock it
Whip it and lock it, chop it, trap house, working that profit

Well now I hear chat for days
No one ain't done that two in a day
Who you think done that?
Duel with the block and I bet you don't come back
No take-backsies
I know about duals in cabbies
Like where man go [?]
Something gets spilled on trackie (Course it does)

I'm front of the field
That's Striker CGM
Got dots and my chop, all the fours on the block when I'm lurking for these gems
Like my nigga DoubleTap, I'm in love with skengs
My four long is heartless, that's my trusted friend

Niggas know what I'm on with the cheffers
Flick that, dip that, no flip-flap
Man do it with tekkers
No chit-chat, man do him in seconds
Whip, sit back with loaded weapons
Smith & Wesson .357
Slip, trip, get severed
Touch my steak, rudeboi get peppered

Free bro, he's a one-hand tapper
2.23 man, four .45 shots in a six-shot spanner
Shout out Huntz, he's a well-known chinger
Done it with him like Rack5 and Digga
Control that spinner
Rem and grip it and burn that ringer

It's Splasha the nutter
Well known 'cause I use my cutter
My man tripped so he made them suffer
Can't get nicked, tryna see the summer
Numerous cases
One for a shank, two shavers
That's four, man's [?] two places
Bro hit [?] with [?], good aiming

Well now I hear chat for days
That's Striker CGM
Free bro, he's a one-hand tapper
Flip-flap, man do it with tekkers
No chit-chat, man do him in seconds
Whip, sit back with loaded weapons

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