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These n*ggas claiming that they drilling, stop the f*cking capping
Yo homie died and you ain't turn up, you just post his status
If you's a killer n*gga, show me, b*tch I'm never lacking
K-Kemo with me so its Hell but b*tch we keep a ratchet
Big BDK, f*ck the opps these n*ggas f*cking faggots
I heard Queen Von was in the county f*cking with the faggots
Ay free G-Skinny, treat 600 like they're target practice
And lil T Roy he tried to run, they shot him out his jacket, b*tch
In the party smoking Devon to the face
f*ck J-Money, he got hit up too, shot all in his face
f*ck the cops, heard they looking for me, Montae switch the plates
Got yo b*tch with me, she gon eat this di*k up like a steak
Smoking all these dead opps, b*tch I think I'm going blind
I smoke LA, I smoke Chino mixed with Vito all the time
Bow Bow, shots fired, Waldo in the day time
Man they killed his ass so quick I think his ass was still online
FYB the label b*tch, I'll never sign, unless its for the millions
All I see is dollar signs
Outstanding gang member I feel like David in his prime
50 shots up in the Drac, cook a n*gga like some fries
We the real FYB b*tch we don't know them other guys
They like J Mane man what happened, all I know that n*gga died
I be with Wooski 'nem for real, we do real homicides
Might just smoke your ass on camera, everything get televised
n*gga mention Tooka name, you get killed or paralyzed
AR-15 with this cooler, get your dumbass vaporized
Hot car riding around the hood, we spray your ass like pesticide
I might dig Fredo up, just to record it on my live
I could never love a thot, b*tch you must be out your mind
f*ck a b*tch and kick her out, make her take the red line
Yea I gave that ho my number, when she call I hit decline
Tryna f*ck me for some clout, b*tch you gotta f*ck the guys
I'm a f*cking shooting guard, these n*ggas on the sideline
pus*y n*gga check the score, we smoked HK at halftime
And this glizzy drop a n*gga like a beat on punch line
Lil Steve got it in his chest, couldn't even say no last lines
Ay Look this How ima Mane do this I wasn't even gon do this sh*t look
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I don't f*ck with 6ix9ine or no motherf*cking snitch
Heard he told on his homies, on some Tay600 sh*t
One of my homies tell on me, I'm going out like Melly, b*tch
You can label me the greatest but I won't go like Pac or BIG
Two cars [?]
You can't get too close to Duck or foenem shooting off yo dead
Got some heavy ass artillery it could knock down London Bridge
Might just slide through the O and kill everybody but the kids