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[Intro]
(I love DJ GREN8DE)

[Verse]
Huh, I been living my life
Hit that boy with that 7.62, now he traumatized
You ain't never been in the skreet, how long is you gon' live that lie?
Sumo said when I do these shroom n*gga I could fly
n*gga play with my gang, on God Imma take that drive
I'm with some Bloods throwin' big Bs in this bee hive
Call that hoe Lil Boat, she get f*cked one night
Glock 17, Kel pull up with Gen 5
All different types of beams, n*ggas ain’t shootin’ at skys
We got all different types of lean, Wock or Tris tonight?
Imma go all in for the mobb, n*gga that's on God
n*gga wanna ride the wave but n*gga we not Rod
15 bands for that lick, n*gga, Imma do that job
I go twice bout my gang, n*gga, I doubled down with them fyes
Know my Woah pushin' up with 30-mags and 50-round drums
I ain't gotta call my capo to come gеtcha imma don
n*gga keep poppin that goddamn sh*t on the gram, f*ck n*gga watch yo tongue
Glock got a whole 30-mag and this b*tch don’t jam, n*gga gon’ shoot at yo lung
Ion’ еven think I ever stop gangbangin’
Huh, this sh*t not no gang, n*gga this the mobb, n*gga I’m jus sayin’
Woke up thinkin’ bout Sumo and B, I popped this xan
Before Sumo, he got locked up, how you tell me he need land?
I do oxys, I pop Percys, I sell meth like Breaking Bad
f*ck with that bih, when I'm in New York, I don't call a uber, I call her a cab
I ain't get to see kyra face before I got locked up man, damn
Me and Bj ' posed to be rockin' at shows, n*gga I'm like damn
Baby I broke her heart, can I f*ck one time, baby I'm jus' sayin'
We f*ck b*tches that we see on TV, look like Gina and Pam
It be so many times, I be thinking 'bout death
I could talk some' sense into that dumbass bih, but I'd waste my breath
Turn yo lights down, lean back, roll that window down
Let dat bih go, call da shell catchers how we shoot up houses, n*gga
I'm just teachin' lessons, if you in dat mob sh*t, catch yo man it ain't no pressure
You know we do that job cool, we catch that boy and then we flip him
I throw money on dem hoes but n*gga, we can't f*ck no stripper
Spendin' like fifty on her toes, n*gga, just to bless her
I told gang don't give me no DP for these xans, I just be stressin'
I don't care if I die, I just wanna go to heaven
n*gga, talkin' bout the mob, that's on God, we can't spare him
Do that job, flip his block, catch his ass, we gon' whack him
Rice skreet, can’t go back, n*gga, I was so damn restless
I was so damn helpless, huh
My gang gave me bands and dat bih took dat
Shawty, I know where you live, I can get on dat
You think I'm stuck in the crib but I finessed dat
Huh, I jus might come and love you
f*ck that, b*tch pull up, I'm tryna f*ck you
f*ck that, did you less, I'm tryna sl*t dat
Put his drip on [?]
We can't get along with f*ck n*ggas, I ain't known dat
Can't pull out that stick, n*gga got a bad back
Velly had that XD, now that Glock attached
I put that fye just like hrrrr
You like a eastside jake, you don't make no noise
My Woah told me you gotta go it's not my choice