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[Intro: Joseph McFashion]
Man, I'm just tryna inspire these lil' n*ggas
I just dropped thirty on a watch (Damn, E, this a classic)
And my n*ggas did too (Coach me, Joey)
Man, we got like a lil', a lil' all-star team over here, n*gga
We got JR, we got Molly
Got Cuban
Welcome my n*gga DZ to the squad, n*gga

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
I ain't gon' lie, this that one, ran it up and I went dumb
Knock a n*gga down with that drum, got your b*tch drunk off rum
When she come to me, she c*m, yeah, she wanna taste my yum
Put my seeds on her tongue, f*ck her, once then I'm done
Down the way makin' runs, we buy chopsticks for fun
Spend ten thousands on guns, you want beef, here we come
Big FN with the beams, R.I.P., make 'em scream
Baby chop, M14s, send a hundred at your team
Brodie just put a whole hundred up off beans
I'ma see a mil' off this sh*t before I leave
Rollie out the ass, doin' the dash in a sleeve
Walk inside the club, f*ck it up, and then we leave

[Verse 2: Molly Brazy]
Ayy, for you sneak-dissin' hoes on my timeline
I'm clearing my schedule to do some drive-bys
Brazy, lil' baby, I ain't even 5'5"
f*ck the 'net, this chopper make a b*tch sign out
Damn, y'all hoes be eighteen and up
No ice, no bundles, lookin' crazy as f*ck
Sayin' that you low-key, you shady as f*ck
My type of n*gga wouldn't even let you pay him to f*ck
Draco kick a b*tch in the head, it's Kevin Gates
Send her to heaven gates, time to slide, I'm never late
Ballin' on you broke-ass hoes, I never hate
All my bottles free in the club, I never pay, pus*y
[Verse 3: AllStar JR]
sh*t, n*gga ain't no cages for my pits
Go on rages with them sticks, come and wet your whole strip
Call your girl over, she gon' eat the whole di*k
You gon' jump in your feelings and throw away the whole b*tch
Whole clique got a pistol, everybody spark
Your whole clique pus*y, everybody gon' dart
I used to be deep as hell, then a n*gga got smart
Who really got heart? 'Cause everybody get a heart
Ten percent of a ton a lil' cheese to me
RIP my n*gga, swear it's time to make y'all killers bleed
n*ggas feelin' me, I bought some work, killed the streets
Then dropped a big face, what these n*ggas get of me? n*gga

[Verse 4: Cuban Doll]
Opp hoes get dropped, that's the end of that (Grrah)
Cuban Boll bein' a ho, I don't remember that (What?)
I'm on a chicken chase, y'all b*tches chitty-chat (Yeah)
Pink hair, big chop, this ain't no kitty-cat
Can't go broke, I caught the rich-b*tch flu (Ayy)
She ain't my man, she ain't a rich b*tch too (No)
Bought me a Drac', that's what a rich b*tch do (Gang)
Shoot that n*gga and shoot his b*tch too (Yeah)
Got a broke n*gga that I left in Texas
I never answered for him, so he always leave a message (What?)
Got a big 40 sittin' on my dresser
Any b*tch want it, we can meet wherever (b*tch)
[Outro: Joseph McFashion]
It's 'bout to be a hot-ass summer
(Check the score)