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[Intro]
Khaliel
JuneOnnaBeat, JuneOnnaBeat

[Verse]
Smokin' cigars fatter than a Swisher sweet
Caught him on a corner, n*gga thought he had me beat
I’m on location, I'ma die right in the streets
Shooters trailin' on my rear wit’ a Glock on a seat
He want it wit me, sh*t what's up, n*gga smoke somethin'
Talkin' like he 'bout it, you ain't never Baby Joe'd somethin'
I talk that talk, I walk that walk, you know I tote somethin’
b*tch, I’m out the 8, I said it straight I'm tryna blow somethin’
Put my flex down, I'ma spray that TEC round, Ben put the bet down
I'ma spin then spin again and wet their block until the sundown
In FruitTown not far from sundown, we ain't make not one sound
Keep passin’ by they trap and they ain't out that b*tch get burnt down'
Menace to society and I won't stop for nobody
So what you mean you know we 'bout it, I get work with the shotty
He ran his bike in KK car, I up that b*tch and I shot him
Never be silent, we be wylin', where I'm from they get violent
I got that money, turnt to poppin', collected over two bodies
And I invested in the smoke so if you want it we got it
Plus I've been bootin' up off of that molly, b*tch I'm turnt out my body
I don't give a f*ck 'bout what you say, b*tch you ain't stepped on nobody
R.I.P. Boo b*tch, he'd been spinnin' on sh*t before they caught him
We never beef, put sh*t to sleep, I take that name as a daughter
I started steppin' on my own, I turned myself to a rider
Tryin' to knock you n*ggas out, b*tch I done lost every dollar
I run it up and get it back, I'm tryna slatt sh*t, I'll wipe his nose
b*tch I buy that food from Birdman, B ain't never closed
b*tch I'm out the North and every n*gga wit' me throw them fours
b*tch I got a problem, ask my momma, I be whoopin' hoes
Now eat that di*k up, better make it spit up before I beat it up
Don't wanna let Montana f*ck, take our clothes and make her get the f*ck
She say that I'm a dirty b*tch and I'm wrong but I don't give a f*ck
When you tryna be a part this business you can hit me up retarded
They ain't gotta say my name, I'm a starter
He movin' wrong, they say he tellin' so I cannot f*ck with no body
Crash the party, walk up in that b*tch to get me started
My comprehension is distorted, ask me can I spell like hardly
He talk 'bout takin' mine, you must ain't heard I slang that iron
Don't do no blinkin' or no duckin' when this b*tch'll go to firin'
All behind my cousin and the bottom shot eleven times
The clip wasn't full, when I counted it, only came out to nine
Oh you f*ck with nine, when n*ggas say when you ready
Spin on your block with them cutters and we gon' see who be steppin'
He say he down to ride, we'll send that b*tch up to heaven
Stay with them shots, I keep that Glock, I fell in love when I met it
He want it with me, n*gga, smoke somethin'
You feel a n*gga playin', when you drop your nuts, pus*y b*tch, you gotta show somethin'
This n*gga must think I'm a hoe or somethin'
I gotta do this n*gga dirty, spin the beam and smash 'em all up on the porch or somethin'
(Ok, I'm a 38 baby for real)
Straight out the North livin' lavish
My youngin' never had a daddy, he'll let a b*tch have it
I hide my pack inside the house, put my stick under the mattress
And bust a n*gga dome in seconds, now that's what I call magic
(That slime sh*t)