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Y'all nigas lame give a fuck what you say

Water on my neck Bobby Boucher

Pass me my cup I'm sipping dusse

My is life a movie I'm on blu ray

You want me dead well nigga touché

Don't even play

Gun in the air if you bout them problems

Right to his dome thats you solve them

Shooter that come from new orleans mccollum

I make these bitches fall on me like autumn

She suck it good lick my balls I feel awesome

That nigga trim so we gone white chalk 'em

Running da pack in atlanta like rossum

My niggas dangerous so procede w caution

Stop

We pull up and make they heart drop

Next thing all you heard was a pop

We make them tap out like the rock

Dressed in all black like we goth

Gucci my cloth

I'm sick like a cough

We running our check up paper route nigga

Rip Dolph

Extras on extras

Corner three just like I'm klay thomp

Catching the plays I'm like Deshaun

We in the city little niggas tote big bombs

Ride with them boys I might get your ass slump

I keep a shotty I ride with a pump

Pockets on swole they look like some bumps

Throw that bitch up and my nigga gone slam dunk

Rip Slim Dunk

These bitches they sucking she get what she want

I told the wrongs and the rights

Pass dat lil bitch like she amber rose

Cameras stay flashing I strike a pose

Flooded my wrist and now that bitch cold

Stack up these hundreds they never mold Niggas they copy they jock da flow

Hop on the wave they want let it go

My niggas stay we shinning we grinding

Act like a baby he whining

We get this shit now they watching me

The money it flip like monopoly

And I fuck that lil bitch mahogany

I gave her the wood now the stalking me

And we be on top where the bosses be

Big clips amo

Get me the clip out the bando

My gone niggas ride with extendos

I had to grow up quick

Go bag zip and then go play nintendo

Might as well fuck on a bitch

Then go hit lick wit my niggas in camo

Fly a bad bitch out to cabo

If niggas come looking we rob them

Hit up the spot got the drop on them

Got shottas that got them a lot of drums

Break that bitch back in and pop a lung

When twelve come lookin we hide the drugs

Cookin up dope and we send a run

Press control alt delete, if niggas get sweet, this choppa gun them down

Niggas ain't fuckin with me, cause then they gone see, that this ain't no one on one

Made it up out of the streets

So better believe

My niggas will come for ya

Shawty said she want meat

I throw up the peace

Cause no I ain't cuffing her

Yea we done made us some cream

We countin up cheese

We count it up, count it up