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[Verse 1: Sneakk]
They ask me, like Sneakk, boy, why you sing a lot?
'Cause to get your girl wet, knock her out her socks
I ain't never been a square, I think outside the box
I beat a n*gga ass, he don't want box
Lil Money hit his block, let off hella shots
I ain't gotta do the job, b*tch, I got the drop
I been making hella bands, I don't wanna stop
All blue face bills, these are not props
A couple 50's [?] I stacked [?], this [?] light 20
I don't throw no hands, the 40 gon' fight for me
Pocket rocket on my hip, that's the light 40
Po-po [?] diamonds still dancing on me
They know I'm just not no R&B singer, real gangsta ass n*gga
Holding up the middle finger, can't help you with sh*t, b*tch, that ain't my job
Don't ask me no questions, no, you can't know why
All these voices in my head, what you really think?
Summertime [?]
I'm tired of [?] Cuban link
I'ma bend her ass over, I'ma break the sink
Baby throw that ass at me, this the major leagues
Big money balling, when a n*gga hit the scene
Cookie f*cking up my lungs, when I hit the weed
I be smoking on that gas, you be smoking seeds
I get to [?] on these n*ggas, catch me blacking out
I saved a hundred bands, in the same bank account
I ain't rich yet, [?] my mama [?]
I do it for the gang, b*tch, you do it for the clout
[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
n*ggas know about T.O., I'm a shooter n*gga
Touch the chain up on my neck, and I'ma shoot a n*gga
VVS's on my neck, and these the newe ones, n*gga
Send a bullet to his mouth, and leave him toothless, n*gga
You know it's [?] and I be wreckless
All this time and all this money I invested
Just to make it to the top, in this music sh*t
And if a n*gga try me, I ain't scared to lose this sh*t
'Cause I ain't worried 'bout [?] n*gga
I ain't scared to pull [?] trigger
'Cause I [?]
[?] leave a n*gga headless
Thug life, I'm on my 2Pac sh*t
[?] got the juice, on my 2Pac sh*t
[?] n*gga in my section, [?]
And my crew drop sh*t, and we pop our sh*t
And we'll drop a n*gga too
So tell me what you wanna do
n*gga, don't talk, make a move
I be [?] with these tools
I can take a n*gga b*tch, with all these chains on
Let a n*gga touch this, I'll leave his brain gone
All my n*ggas really thuggin', I can't change, na
My brother died, and I've been going through some things, dawg
We see n*ggas face to face, they don't say sh*t
Young n*gga, I was seventeen with a K clip
Running up broad day, tryna [?] sh*t
I'm still thuggin', like a n*gga never made sh*t
But I made it all
And me and all my n*ggas, we gon' ball
You know I'm with the sh*t, I'm with it all
So if a n*gga want smoke, we kill them all, yeah