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C-C-Coming from the
next lane Death 'round the
corner you don't know when it gon' creep up I
lose my niggas since then I
haven't sleep much But if I
hear you got that belly you gon' eat up I
tell my lil' nigga I
ain't no preacher But fuck these bitches, get this money, don't please her I'm on the
strip dodging all of them police trucks I
free my niggas that all of the
police took I
smoke a
flavours blunt I
got amnesia My niggas telling me to drop a
mixtape But I
be on the
strip tryna get a
quick change Man smoking on this cannabis My bro he stay strapped like a
Cali' spliff I'm getting high in this, stoning You know my life or my story Nigga why you lie you ain't on RIP Gully yeah my bro he I
heard that I
did up on my lonie Niggas said they called me yeah they lied I
don't need 'em Had to crop you out the
picture 'cause you low fucked Daisy Whole lotta smoke if he ever try to snake me All I
need is lag I
ain't tryna catch no cases All this Hennessy got a
nigga going crazy Broski got the
hammer just in case they moving shady Whole lotta smoke I
ain't talking 'bout no flavours Death 'round the
corner you don't know when it gon' creep up I
lose my niggas since then I
haven't sleep much But if I
hear you got that belly you gon' eat up I
tell my lil' nigga I
ain't no preacher But fuck these bitches, get this money, don't please her I'm on the
strip dodging all of them police trucks I
free my niggas that all of the
police took I
smoke a
flavours blunt I
got amnesia Like tell a
nigga take time now we can't be friends Added E-F to the B
now I
beef them I
never had it so niggas getting eaten Heard you on my case so it's tryna make me sea sick Aye, flipped out the
apartment I
roll another blunt I
don't know about you but I
be on the
block getting money Rush home, raid me, supply in the
mainstream Bale' wear, Gucci card, just a
bag of fake jeans And if I
hear you got that belly get your tummy tucked Luger say she'll pepper beef better know how to cook I
ain't on this shooting shit will line up B a
Marksman And you know we never missed a
target All I
need is lag I
ain't tryna catch no cases All this Hennessy got a
nigga going crazy Broski got the
hammer just in case they moving shady Whole lotta smoke and I
ain't talking 'bout no flavours Death 'round the
corner you don't know when it gon' creep up I
lose my niggas since then I
haven't sleep much But if I
hear you got that belly you gon' eat up I
tell my lil' nigga I
ain't no preacher But fuck these bitches, get this money, don't please her I'm on the
strip dodging all of them police trucks I
free my niggas that all of the
police took I
smoke a
flavours blunt I
got amnesia
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