| Collect call from lil Mook he givin 30 to the system
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| Tip my hat to Ski and JoeFat, they keep their head higher than a nigga
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| You could believe it or not, I do this shit for all my niggas
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| Sometimes them boys gone plot, and I’m crashing on that mission
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| Them crackers never have no evidence, niggas just snitchin'
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| It’s kill or be killed about my niggas, I get sentenced
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| Fuck a period, I leave that nigga leakin, Glokk9 a menace
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| I punch yo' two front teeth out, talkin' rearrange yo denist
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| Difference between me and Dennis The Menace, I ain’t gon fix you when I’m
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| finished
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| Pop an addy, drink a red-bull and I get in my feelings
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| The hood dead, the christian looters been drippin blood all on the semi’s
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| Playing tough, you gotta spread, you want that bread that’s yo enemy
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| AFNF, this shit run deep, you get a chain then you family
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| Like I’m tryna mail em out the way my young niggas stampin
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| Ay, lil OD saw a way out, you gotta cope with your surroundings
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| Slide, I be hittin' with that Glock slide, two pumps, and I’m diving
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| I be hittin' with that Glock slide, two nine, I’m divin
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| I’m a cool ass lil youngin' but don’t make me get violent
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| Like that motha' fuckin color purple, you know I’m out my body
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| I’m just rollin' off that adderall, it’s all on my noggin
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| They like, «Jit how you gon do this shit and how you be poppin?»
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| You know all my youngins' flight risk, and all them be robbin
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| Yea, mask up tonight jit, I could get it poppin'
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| When my nigga feel himself, I swear he gon' be the hottest
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| These niggas know just how we bummin, how we motha fuckin bummin
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| These niggas know it ain’t no love, just like I’m choppa keep comin'
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| These niggas know it ain’t no love, I let that chopper keep drummin'
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| Hundred rounds out the AR, this bitch’ll fill up your tummy
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| You think that she ain’t ate nothin' for dinner, we gon eat you like almonds
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| You think that she ain’t ate nothin' for dinner we gon' make momma vomit
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| We gon' make her get in that black dress and cry to her stomach
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| You was talkin' out yo neck, why I be wantin' no woman
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| This shit all for my respect, ain’t shit to do with no woman
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| My circle smaller than a lifesaver but we ain’t savin' nothin'
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| You tryna' pass me another blunt but I’m already high as heat
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| Hold on, wait, I grab the ski and I grab the ski
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| These niggas talkin' out they neck, they black and white, referee
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| I got some shooter posted front-line right now as we speak
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| I want a house with straight landmines, little bitch, watch your feet
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| I got a 50 on a '40 but what I’m movin' discreet
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| He put 30 on a '9 and 17 what we got
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| A nigga talkin' out his neck I bet he need a green dot
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| I got a red beam on the AR pistol, you think its safe round here
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| Nigga don’t wanna go round no killers
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| I got Lil OD with me and he gone bring that hoe outta nigga
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| I see you bought a pistol but you ain’t never blow at a nigga
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| My baby momma trippin' all these hoes at a show for a nigga
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| Chauffeur a nigga, won’t never depend on you, to blow for a nigga
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| Hot wheel, I don’t want that bitch to jam up so I got the Glock with me
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| We be surfin' hot wheels, and we got some hot semis
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| Mind Of Destruction, it’s destruction, you destructed nine
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| Damn 1D, my nigga, you had to drop a dime
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| Damn Jalayah look just like me man I won’t ever say she ain’t mine
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| Tell your stubborn ass momma that I love her 'till the end of time
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| And even if the lights off I’m still gon find a way to shine
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| Long as I got you, my betty boo, you forever mine
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| I know I be trippin', but you be trippin', bae just stop that cryin'
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| I think I’m gon' get cancer, I’m facing backwoods, chasin' highs
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| Rapper shit, got me putting commissary on my niggas books
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| If I ever got locked up, would you do the same and handle up?
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| My nigga said he wouldn’t and that’s a shame cause I had faith in bruh
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| I’m lighting candles trying to ease the pain cause I just like the scent
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| Ain’t talking scoliosis, I got your back, and that’s forever kid
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| Free my nigga, he on the stool, and he just writin' us
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| Free my nigga I’ll send a kite to you forever
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| I love you |