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(альбом: Corona Pack - 2020)


Keem, you wrong for that one
DJ Shab, fool
My nigga Two4 the goat, these other niggas basic

Ay, I just pray this shit don't kill me, coronavirus
My main man just took an eight, glad he stayed silent
Even in the earthquake, we wouldn't brake, niggas know we silent
And you would think we slipped on black ice, the way we sliding
Whole lotta shoy, stick the size of violins
All these damn drums, but nigga, we ain't marching
Look, all these damn targets, we gon' hit our target
We ain't with the arguing, get him a coffin
Since he acting like a bitch, treat him like a Barbie
Six-fifty, keep like fifty shots in the carbon
Leave six-fifty holes in their whole damn body
I been out my damn body, I can't hold it down, shawty
Shoot it like I'm playing hockey, I got aim, Sidney Crosby
Gotta keep that blickey by me, you know ain't shit bitch about me
Know I'm with the same niggas I came with, I ain't clique hopping
Only thing changed is my chains, and my bitch popping
My car done changed, I'm on in that bigger body
You say you don't need me, but can't do shit without me
Ay, you say you don't need me, but can't do shit without me
You see how they wanna be me, but I cannot be copied
I just poured a four up, just me and Poppy
Need some gang to soak up, I'm hitting Gotti
Ay, we gon' keep it in the streets, we ain't gon' tell nobody
And we ain't gon' do that internet, that ain't gon' help nobody
We ain't going back and forth, this ain't no air hockey
Ay, we ain't tryna see no tweet, we wanna see dead bodies
Why you and dude ain't got a song, them niggas scared probably
And every time I'm on a song, I'm killing everybody
For everybody who ever went against me
We gon' treat a nigga like this beef, his beef
We ain't gon' wait next week, we gon' get him this week
We ain't gon' wait next week, we gon' get him this week
Look, I know them niggas could never fuck with me
I just got a Jesus piece, spent a buck-fifty
Look, I just flew out my first to stay, thats a two-fifty
These little fucks don't know what to do with me

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