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All em niggas that got hit with no warning

Trap packs I was up early morning

Fuck the beef ya niggas ain't scoring

You see me

Up in Cali yea already touring

Straight work you might call it boring

Me and you Not the same I'm important

And I got the glttt gatt

Try to run up we pushing back

Clear out the spot when shots attack

We aiming for heads and tails for rats

Yea look

This and that

Run this shit back I'm spitting facts

Rocking designer all mix and Match

The Fibbies they with me go pick ya batch

So shawty look

And you know that

And We go back

Switching up then shit gon splat

I cannot fuck with no drop thot

Won't catch me lacking i tote chop

Send that shit back or go up top

Run this shit back for the niggas on cock

Said Watchu gon do when a Nigga

Try to run up

Hoping he bluff

If he ain't chuck yo ass turn dust

Leaving you flat layed up in the truck

But I got some bread winners

Born sinners La clippers

They leaving you stuck

Ya full of set trippers

Dead niggas

Fed Niggas

So it's static for what

What what what

I'll Say it again

You can Pullup with ya friends

And You know we bending again

Let's rump Let's rump

Hop out the coup go dumb

Roll up a spliff of da runtz

Skye will leave a nigga complaining

All this money kinda hard to contain it

Got the clout now it's time to maintain

Fuck around got my hitters they dangerous

Got the juice Bishop coming to take it

Number 2 come around rearranging

Finishways on our way to the races

God bless all this shit that's arranging

What I told niggas bout pushing my button

If you Gon slide better not make no discussion

Don't make no assumptions

They all gon be ducking

They All gon be Running

Oh shit is you chuckin

Don't play with that man

I don't know him for bluffin

Ya bro might have ran cause he ain't with nothing

Adrenaline rushing

I swear I feel nothing But look

So fuck is you talking about

I be off Perkies the xans and lean don't care what it cost

Remember them days locked out the house

Went up to the roof

And sneaked in the dark

I grew up round niggas that said they gon ride for a nigga

Or slide but can't play they part

I take that fake ass shit straight to the heart

Came with a baggage can't fit in the cart

And I got the gltt gatt

Try to run up we pushing back

Clear out the spot when shots attack

We aiming for heads and tails for rats

Yea this and that

Run this back I'm spitting facts

Rocking designer all mix and Match

Fibbies they with me go pick ya batch

So shawty look

And you know that

And We go back

Switching up then shit gon splat