| If a nigga enemy, pussy nigga get sparked
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| If you ain’t from round, don’t come in when it’s dark
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| You can’t stand around me, you ain’t got a lot of heart
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| I be swimming in the ocean, I can feed you to the sharks
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| I be hopping out the coupe, soles looking like a shark
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| I let her suck my dick I tell her bitch to play her part
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| I hop up in this rap shit, I’m just tryna make a mark
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| And I’m aiming for the throne, I ain’t tryna take a charge
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| I be on the block, one eye with the Glock, Fetty Wap
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| That’s your bitch on the block, you can’t save her, let her bop
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| Pussy nigga get shot, now he running to the cops
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| Say I’m running out of town, I tell him tell it to my watch
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| Kill a lot of shit but I never get my props
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| Don’t want to put me on cause I might take they spot
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| This ain’t a sneak diss, you can take it how you want
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| I’m talking real shit cause these other rappers don’t
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| I be ont eh bricks, nothing but a clip on the
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| Got them 30s with no K, bodies dropping, make em rip
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| And we smoking out the band, I just took about a zip |
| I ain’t fucking with no bitch, cause I’m fucking every bitch
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| When you pull up on my block you better call before you do
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| It’s some shooters in the cut, I keep some shooters on the roof
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| Make the wrong move, turn a four door to a coupe
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| But I bet that hundred round lead will split em right in two
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| We be on the 6, yeah we be on the 6
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| Glizzy got a lil kickback, you need two hands just to blow this bitch
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| We be catching bodies, steady scoring, niggas know that shit
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| And I got on all my fucking jewelry like a quarter shit
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| slide through the ops scheming and shit
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| Fuck 12, tell em let go all them demons and shit
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| 060, we be posted with fajitas and shit
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| We’re everyday with ambulances and polices and shit
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| Cause where I’m from young niggas tote and they kill
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| In that field all day, I got a hole in my Tims
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| Shawtys running round with clips that be older than them
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| It ain' jam niggas souls, fold into
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| Free my shooters out, tell em free my shooters out
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| Just bought some new poles, got some shit that’s blowing through a house |
| Finessing for the crack and for them bands, need a new account
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| Thought I can’t be that’s some shit I never knew about
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| What they talking bout, niggas just be talking loud
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| Flying down like sure I’ll press that button, I’m on holster now
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| Always out here, I ain’t ducking action, we can spark it out
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| sonic, call me thot-a-ronic, that’s all for now |