| Ay, Tefo made this one
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| TKBeats made this
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| Free Slim Jim, Free Boogie Bando
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| Yo, won’t stop shootin' 'til the whole ting’s empty
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| Better take this L like NP or ZT
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| Swingin' my blade, don’t tempt me
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| Farm blocks, late night, no entry
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| Century, porkies all wan' arrest me
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| Man get sault like jezzies
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| 5AM, gettin' nicked for a murder
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| No further, he got his drowned, no wellies
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| Donny got drowned, no wellies
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| No wellington so we can’t see clear
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| Foot on the clutch, into gear
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| Wind down the window, they all disappear
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| The neighbours like 'what happened here?'
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| Donny got shaved but he still got hair
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| Big drip, little drip, got teared
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| Got me with Lerky, we had big man scared
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| Ay
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| Shotgun, man slap, man boot it
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| Ching man down, now his Canada’s ruined
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| Don’t think we can sleep on a vio
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| We came right back and then done two bootings
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| Chillin' in the same spot, what are you doin'?
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| They just don’t learn like stupid students
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| Spot any opps, don’t think, just do it
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| Hundred percent, broski’s gonna shoot it
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| Hop out the ride, he’s dashin'
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| Catch him, do man up and then vanish
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| Free Boogie B, well-known savage
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| Pull up on them and of course they panic
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| Next day, me and Abz went on a lurk
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| Didn’t see nuttin', just one little strangers
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| This beef is fryin'
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| Don’t get caught lackin'
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| Out real late, oh damn, he’s gassin'
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| Yo
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| I see broski watch him, cotch him, mob him
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| Hopped out the ride and chopped him
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| The Get Back’s dropped him, everyone’s flossin'
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| Gassed up, OT boppin'
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| Machine gun shoppin'
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| Shotgun lockin'
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| Two hands, bow and pop him
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| My aunty still ask if I’m fine
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| I lost my mind but the money ain’t stoppin'
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| Due to get long when corn starts flyin'
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| Buck into A, don’t expect kindness
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| Ridin', ridin', I find it excitin'
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| Knife it, knife it, somebody’s dyin'
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| Pipe it, pipe it, babes stop pipin'
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| Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he’s ridin'
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| Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin'
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| Jeet it, leave it and little bro swipe it
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| I’m with L, that’s my big pal
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| He’s on violence, he don’t make no sound
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| Spin the whip, give a fuck 'bout the crowd
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| If you chill the opps, you ain’t makin' me proud
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| Bro, what’s wrong with this child?
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| He got his times two, still runs his mouth
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| Cuzzy comes to the ends
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| If broski’s ridin' then I’m ridin', no doubt
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| I got hella leng tings from South
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| Just bruck their back and open mouths
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| Me, Bando, I don’t chase no clout
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| I just hit the oppy, smoke it and I’m out
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| My broski got nicked like 'how?'
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| Just wish him the best when they take him to trial
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| My broski got nicked like 'how?'
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| Just wish him the best when they take him to trial
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| I see broski watch him, cotch him, mob him
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| Hopped out the ride and chopped him
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| The Get Back’s dropped him, everyone’s flossin'
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| Gassed up, OT boppin'
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| Machine gun shoppin'
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| Shotgun lockin'
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| Two hands, bow and pop him
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| My aunty still ask if I’m fine
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| I lost my mind but the money ain’t stoppin'
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| Due to get long when corn starts flyin'
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| Buck into A, don’t expect kindness
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| Ridin', ridin', I find it excitin'
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| Knife it, knife it, somebody’s dyin'
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| Pipe it, pipe it, babes stop pipin'
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| Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he’s ridin'
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| Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin'
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| Jeet it, leave it and little bro swipe it
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| Ridin', tappin', this shit’s fantastic
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| Ay broski, pass me the dot-dot
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| Watch man hopscotch, trip, get cabbaged
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| OFB, we got shottys and daggers
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| Hammers, pull up on opps and they’re dashin'
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| Head to blocka, just done a mad ting
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| Sad ting, done up a yute, no manners
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| Bill two spliffs and forget what happened
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| Angle of arms, I swing it
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| Dip it, rip it, twist it, kill it
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| Everyone’s bad 'til bro starts chingin'
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| Gunshot hole leave you in you existence
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| We caught one, he left his missus
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| Pull up on my block, it’s scripts we’re flippin'
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| Three doors pop, shotgun get lifted
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| If we caught him, you would’ve seen him on pictures
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| Yo, I seen broski watch him, cotch him, mob him
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| Hopped out the ride and chopped him
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| The Get Back’s dropped him, everyone’s flossin'
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| Gassed up, OT boppin'
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| Machine gun shoppin'
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| Shotgun lockin'
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| Two hands, bow and pop him
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| My aunty still ask if I’m fine
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| I lost my mind but the money ain’t stoppin'
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| Due to get long when corn starts flyin'
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| Buck into A, don’t expect kindness
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| Ridin', ridin', I find it excitin'
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| Knife it, knife it, somebody’s dyin'
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| Pipe it, pipe it, babes stop pipin'
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| Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he’s ridin'
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| Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin'
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| Jeet it, leave it and little bro swipe it |