Skrilla block Kill da opps Peelin tops Kill da cops ill or not Kill da drops Feel da knock Kill da spot Skrilla block Kill da opps Peelin tops Kill da cops ill or not Kill da drops Feel da knock Kill da spot [Xposed] The belt Gucci The fit Louie The set unruly The tek my toolie I don need to be a mufucka But imma be that mufucka I can clap a mufucka Is you askin muthafucka "Him" tatted between burnt wings 16, from the choir, let the church sing Done dirt on this earth I dun learnt things I dun hurt dreams Bitches dun squirt Yao MEAN 2 step Then shoot left left the opp leaking rolling thru the hood sneaks creepin Cops say its on sight they can keep dreamin shots pop while leaning they widows screamin Tuck the bands Bout them figures Not the dopest alive how da fuck you figure Subtract Z from the rapper Then he just Jay If i SNOOP out his weakness Then the DOGG just a stray I battle ya idols Ya'll dummies should pray Step to the plate What the fuck can ya'll say? The glock hungry Let the bitch spray Daddy to her pussy Yeah, you dont say Send the addy my way Kid will keep it wet like all day (All day?) Yeah bitch Its all play You tryin to get stretched like all day? X yo mommas favorite MC ask about me She in the cut right now, talking slick about me She on her way to see me right now Love sick about me That bitch cant even live without me (S-S-Slickity) [$lickity$ense] It's always structural People say it ain't finna end well Bust gats, bust dat best forehead shot, so it can end well Stuck up in da gutta, we thuggin’ B-kuz we had ta Fuckin’ wit dem suckas duckin’, ya could get clapped too Saint baby, but it ain't boo-boo Most hated out hea, but it's still woo-woo Ain't neva switched up on ma brothas, they gon' still shoot N I go hit up fo ma brothas if they want to Bold-hearted fo them mothas, if it's poppin’ we gon' blow off Keep da .40 tucked in, I believe i don't need ta show off Air out da whole crowd, 30 rounds, N just roll off Ain't nah stare down, dat’ choppa’ uh go off They tryin’ ta count ah brotha out, watch me double up this saw’d off I'm just tryin’ ta get ma dough, I can't be caught up wit these hos Bloody know where, he a body, up dat bitch and let it blow Tryin’ ta snatch all dem fuckas souls I heard he stopped dancin’ from dem bullet holes Tryin’ ta ball till I fall, ball wit ma dawgs Real worst dawgs, we gon' try ta get it all No, I ain't gon fall Nobody fuckin’ wit us They ain't, they ain't boo, they ain't bustin’ wit us We blicked up, so dey duckin’ from us Caution tape at da crime scene, kept it slow Window down, let da shot bleam, phone these hos Dey ain't down, dey is not team I won't fold, always down, feed the whole team [Xposed] You bum ass muthafucka run dat mouth we see you slide thru beam catch ya seam cryin ass muthafucka finna get lit up bruh
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