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Who going harder then me

Nobody

My homie died and put in that work myself I ain't never need nobody

GG Rose Its No Higher

Hang Out The Window And Throw Fire

Yeahhh

Shoutout the ones Who really Put In Pain

Real nigga run thru my veins

I promised him blood so any nigga getting flamed

Hop out on foot when we slide

Opps got tears in Their eyes

I know that he died

He would've still been alive

If y'all niggas ain't never gas him to feel like a god

Talking bout sliding on who?

Please y'all wouldn't slide if we gave you a ride

Niggas had tried to hop out

But the shit we was shooting had put them niggas bacc inside

Niggas be dying for a attention

Until they die for attention

Glocc with the extensions

Shooting out 556's

Walk down gang ain't doing no drive by bliccin

You gotta go Onna mission

You gotta put something down if you Tryna be with us

That's why we in the position

To talk our shit cause they know that we standing on bidness

Yeah

I hit a opp in his taco uh

I did the dash in a Tahoe

Cops on ass I was duccin' them potholes

Feeling Like OJ Bacc when he played With The Broncos

I send a hit then he getting hit pronto

Imma put bro in a fonto

He Outta bounds get picced like the lotto

Say that he Gangsta he not tho

Last known shooter got turned to gelato uh

Newark Niggas Not like Chicago uh

I'm in Miami just counting up boscoe

I put my dicc in her tonsils

Penthouse sweet

Eating chiccen from Roscoe

Now we slide

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They know that we with it we stand on business all of my young Niggas they goin slide

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Gdddttt

(Fucc y'all talking bout nigga y'all trippin it's big rose with the big poles clutching Extendos nigga)

Grahhhh

Grahhhh

Spin it then spin it again

If we can't get you we goin' get at ya man's

Get up on him on close let it blow like a fan

Huh

Step on him Fucc is you saying

Hit 3 in a week my niggas ain't playing

I'm tall and a shooter I feel like Durant

I member days Niggas said that I can't

Now I'm that Nigga I feel like a champ

Ain't no cap in my rap when I rap lil nigga ask bout me they know that I'm stamped

One phone call niggas blitzing the camp that you on Crip niggas rolling like ramps

I ain't never been with the internet Shit no way in my life was I showing my hand

I'll rather let a nigga think that the beef died down when I see him it's lit like a lamp

Link up with bro hop in the Van

Key In the ignition follow the plan

Roll down the blocc when I roll Down the window right hand on the Bliccy it's him and his Mans

Lift up the Nina

I make it dance

First Shot hit him his homie ran

Hop out the car soon as he land

Face shot face shot face shot face shot Face shot