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Chinky with the chop sticks yes I chop clips yea they got sticks hit you and ya Bitch make that bitch flip yes I'm on Shit no it's on sight think you tough huh wait till I pull up on a red light you think these niggas macho say he Moving like Pablo bussing traps think he chapo watch I drawl like picasco give em shells no taco 9 on me like Rondo 9 on me like romo pulling strings like a yoyo

Nigga I'm the shit can you smell the aroma

I smoke like a zip ya bitch probably think I'm a stoner she all on my nuts she tripping Man I'm just tryna bone her That's word to ya mother cause mines probably wouldn't condone it you think that I'm drawling naww you ain't See Shit yet get high as a cloud then Shawty gone ride my jet ya nigga upset well let me tell you what happen next He Pull up all goofy I'll flip his wheel bmx he Dmx

Cause now that nigga wonder where his dogs at found out they breed they bitches well shit they all rats if we make Em bleed they snitches they tell the law that putting homies in a cage that's where lines is crossed at

Bro give a nigga 50 shots no he ain't he ain't no 50 cent so when he let the semi pop he won't be singing manny Men putting niggas on a shirt fuck it even on a carton kicking shit just like I'm Lou kicking shit just like a spartan

(Punch in)

Talking bout that nigga kang talking bout that 6300 if you fucking with the gang my niggas they gone get the Drumming bullets fly like track stars just why you niggas get the running chopper with a beam on it scoping niggas Like they hunting better

Bring ya fucking squad 12 men at least a dozen lining up ya fucking fam brother uncle and ya cousin scary sight like Boogeyman nigga I ain't even bluffing never let the semi jam so nigga we ain't leaving nothing

Niggas throw salt on the snow so they can clear the lane

Niggas they talk shit on bro so they can spit some game

Niggas in they feelings for hoes and I can't feel the same

Niggas try to put on a show and I can tell they lame

If you fucking with a Bitch you ain't gotta say my name

You be showing feminine traits and I think that you a flame

It's Levels to this shit boy and it's rules to the game

Ain't shit change

Huhn

Middle fingers up to them niggas that hating

And if that nigga think he hot well just tell him I'm Satan

I said fuck collaborations that's not up for debating

If a nigga want a feature cheap but he still paying

Huhn

We the run down brothers

Snatching Rollie's up

No mask on just mask off

You know it's us

Snatching pockets

Turn into Johnny rocket

And then we Blow it up

Big dogs up in this bitch nigga you just a pup

From the 6 to the 3 put the set on it

And 21 those be my guys so put respect on it

You know the name

I barely wear these chains

Try to snatch em off me nigga

Ima put you in a grave

Brodie snapping he don't want me on the block

Go Stash the work you can't be dirty with these cops

But bro I'm sturdy and I got the game on lock

Fuck a op

Got the 30 shot

You run up you get mopped