| See an opp, I’ma spazz out
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| Let me know if you down with the crash out
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| Reversin' the whip, catch him slippin', I’ma chase his ass down
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| Gun in your spot, hella blicks, ain’t no need to map out
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| Been through, mask on, tinted windows, nigga, it’s a blackout
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| Glock can shoot from far (Shoot from far)
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| Three deep when we spin in cars (Spin in cars)
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| Brand his face, see the sparks (See the sparks)
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| Hop out and chase him, send him to God (Send him to God)
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| Aim at his way, stoppin' his heart
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| Roll up and smoke him like he a cigar (Smoke, smoke)
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| 22 the G.O.A.T. |
| and the youngest in charge (G.O.A.T., G.O.A.T.)
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| Gotta thank God that I on them charges (On them charges, gang-gang-gang)
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| See an opp, I’ma spazz out
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| Let me know if you down with the crash out
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| Reversin' the whip, catch him slippin', I’ma chase his ass down
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| Gun in your spot, hella blicks, ain’t no need to map out
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| Been through, mask on, tinted windows, nigga, it’s a blackout
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| Pass me the Smithin' (Pass that shit)
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| Off a bike, I roll up and clip 'em
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| Pass me the Glock, spin the block, I hop out and hit 'em
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| Seek all revenge on the opps (Come here), tryna hide we gon' get 'em
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| Spinnin' again, let the nine off, took a chunk out his liver (Skrr-skrr-skrr)
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| My pop’s took a shot to the head, and I’m tryin' find his killer (R.I.P.)
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| Show no remorse to the other side, it’s a homicide when we spin 'em
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| Mask on, it’s a blackout (Huh?)
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| Got two blickies for the wave out (Bow)
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| We gon' catch a PD, we don’t play 'round (Grr)
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| See these niggas, kids on the playground (Kids)
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| I’ma beat they ass with some K rounds (Bow)
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| Huh? |
| what you say now?
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| Got big twirlers in the A now (Grr)
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| No Lil Boosie, you get fade now
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| No ocean, you get sprayed now
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| Headshot, leave him face down (Bow)
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| Might hit the tap by his eyebrow
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| Know these niggas prayin' that it die down (Prayin')
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| But it’s not though, I’ma keep on buyin' shots, bro
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| No, you can’t perform, take the backdoor
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| See it’s Chromehearts on the hat, though, uh-huh
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| Hundred blicks in the rental (In the rental)
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| Beat his block, instrumental (Gang)
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| Opps say they be drillin'
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| Them niggas lyin' like Simba (Lyin'-ass)
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| Make yo' block hot in the winter (In the winter)
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| Might step back like kimber (Woah)
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| Might fade away like Kobe (Kobe)
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| I’m a real 24-killer (On gang)
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| See the block, we the top-opp niggas (On gang)
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| Ask around, boy, we done drop niggas
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| The opps know us at the minivan, boy
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| Pull up with them twirlers, we done really shot niggas (Hahaha)
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| Sixth grade, way I been a hot nigga (I swear)
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| I’m booted and rollin' off jiggas
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| Every day, I’m surrounded by hitters
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| Felons and shooters and killers (Gang)
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| See an opp, I’ma spazz out
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| Let me know if you down with the crash out
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| Reversin' the whip, catch him slippin', I’ma chase his ass down
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| Gun in your spot, hella blicks, ain’t no need to map out
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| Been through, mask on, tinted windows, nigga, it’s a blackout |