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Nah don't do it don't do it don't do it

I can't hesitate

When I up that fye can't miss

What you shooting at

Yeen even come out with yo blick

Flashlight on the glock

Don't move don't move

I'm tryna take a pic

I need her phone

She fine as fuck

I'm tryna put my number in it

So tap in with me

I got em in

Lowest ticket in the city

Get out my way

I'm tryna win

Get in my way this clip gone empty

You is not my twin

Yall niggas bitches not my kind

She threw it back again

That mean this time the perfect time

It's time

Yeah young nigga handle my business

If I come outside I need a dub for a fifty

Put the shroom in my system its time to get trippy

Getting high wearing baggy clothes like the hippies

I ate it 5 minutes ago and I feel it

The way that I'm feeling might walk on the ceiling

I'm plotting tryna stay low key for the millions

In murda mountain where they drug dealing and killing

Ima tell y'all some real shit y'all better not forget

Double cup with light ice and codeine

What I like to sip

Her pussy fye

When she throw it back

Its wet as fuck and got grip

I get fresh as a fuck

Just to go on a trip

My day going good

Finna roll up a zip

Get smoked by these FN Blue Tips

Banana clip

Spin a block then peal

Yo lifestyle make believe not real

Go against the gang

Somebody might get killed

She want the pickle

Ima give her the dill

Don't mean drank real cause its seal

Before I played football

I been in the field

Slam dunking my shot

Shaquille O Neil

I can't hesitate

When I up that fye can't miss

What you shooting at

Yeen even come out with yo blick

Flashlight on the Glock

Don't move don't move

I'm tryna take a pic

I need her phone

She fine as fuck

I'm tryna put my number in it

So tap in with me

I got em in

Lowest ticket in the city

Get out my way

I'm tryna win

Get in my this clip gone empty

You is not my twin

Yall niggas bitches not my kind

She threw it back again

That mean this time

The perfect time

Out in atl

You might take you some Ls

You want some respect drop some shells

You on the black tryna wait on a sale

I'm in the trap house waitin on the mail

Pull up to magic

I'm right by the kelz in the kitchen

Off of what you get high wigg

I made me a living

This that young nigga shit I'm kicking my pimpin

Come through stepping on shit

In these size tens

We gone roll up the opp pack

Again and again

Slime that boy out

He keep calling me twin

I want the new money

I don't want new friends

Get pop with this glock

It don't matter the gen

Adding it up

To the nearest ten

Spinning in style

Paper tag Benz

Yeah I'm lit

Young nigga really lit

Yeah I'm lit

Young nigga really lit

Yeah I'm lit

Young nigga really lit

You a bitch without that gun

Yeen tryna hit

Ain't talm bout nun

Ain't talm bout shit

Ima Sayless pop my shit

I can't hesitate

When I up that fye can't miss

What you shooting at

Yeen even come out with yo blick

Flashlight in the Glock

Don't move don't move

I'm tryna take a pic

I need her phone

She fine as fuck

I'm tryna put my number in it

So tap in with me

I got em in

Lowest ticket in the city

Get out my way

I'm tryna win

Get in my way

That clip gone empty

You is not my twin

Yall niggas bitches not my kind

She threw it back again

That mean this time the perfect time