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Right in the cut and I'm sending them he mob

Don't talk the broke niggas, don't got a job

You be flashinng that shit and you finna get robbed

Niggas said that they hard but they coming from Cobb

If i send an assist then I'm throwing the lob

If im sending them bullets, you better not run

We be smoking that rich and you come by the ton Not knowing I'm like the brunettes or the blonde

How you like toting, not even your gun

Got a chopper it's singing, it's singing that note

If i got a few racks, put this shit in the coat

You be making that music, you ain't even wrote Talking that shit, we be robbing that shit

I be in that mode, I'm buying all of the sticks

We get what we want, you not stopping the shit

We rich, give a fuck about a bitch huh

I got a .45 sitting right out of my jeans

You saying you loyal, you really ain't real the other hoes, that's ask why I'm mean

I'm sipping on walk and I'm sipping on tris I move like zombie or fiend

The niggas gon' try to come press, but we handle the rest you know that shit green

Niggas gon' handle the flat

You trying the mob, you not coming back

I'm coming with sticks, I'm never gon' lack

You say that you hard, can't handle the pack

I'm knowing all of your moves, studying your shit We know them ins and outs

So I had to buy me a blick and it came with a switch

That shit coming straight to your house

How is you jacking that nigga when he ain't on shit

You know that nigga sleep on the couch

We heard that, he turned on his bro

Them niggas got life, but he out So you know he a mouse

I be taking these drugs for the thrill But it caught up too early, so now I can't feel

These niggas gon' stab me in the back when you up and you question yourself on what's real

Huh, nigga, that's not even your kill

Niggas be lying, so just keep it trill

I don't do the sass, I just keep it class

I gotta beam sitting it's right on your ass

Yeah, I got a few racks, that's why the pants sag

I been flying too much, I been getting jet lag

Your hoe is a broken, and you going out sad

Ride the Benz, and you riding in a cab

You said he was bout it, we gon' have to see

He said he gon' push up, he lie, he sending a tweet

The balenci and veterans shit on my feet

She be lying i told her 2 keep it discrete

The bullets gon' come and I don't need rebuttals

My grandma do voodoo, that nigga in trouble

Got extensions and mags, I dont need a muzzle

Threw that bitch a few bands now that bitch tryna cuddle