| Y’all niggas want beef, but we want war
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| Nobody seen this shit comin', now we goin' far
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| I took my heart out my chest and I started goin' hard
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| Might shoot a movie with your bitch like a pornstar
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| That same nigga coppin' deuces, he gon' point the finger
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| I seen interrogations turn a street nigga to a singer
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| And I ain’t never seen a follower turn into a leader
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| These niggas hungry, so they back-bitin' just to feed they people
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| Where I’m from, real rats get terrorized
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| Shoot up his house, can’t come outside
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| Marching band, we got them drums outside
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| Still carryin' a Glock
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| We was just four deep in a box
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| I was just high-speed down the road
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| Hood hot, but my diamonds too cold
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| Stayed down, got my weight up, and growed
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| Kidnap him, we might hold him for ransom
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| We’ll strip a rapper just like some dancers
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| We’ll flip a nigga just like a channel
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| Make 'em pose with the glizzy, no camera
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| We got ammunition stacked for the Anna
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| Pourin' lines up, we need some more cups
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| Sippin' on red only, I’m a Blood
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| Nigga say he hundred, but he a dub
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| Long live Sammy, swear that he was my cuz
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| Fam hurtin', but we never give up
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| Now we come through push-start, no key
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| Caught a body and I kept it low-key
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| Bricks in, I ain’t sellin' Lil Keed
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| Fuck 12, I ain’t tellin' on me
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| Zone 6, but I be in the 3
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| Lam' truck and I’m paintin' it pink
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| Fuck cancer, wish my grandma could see
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| Y’all niggas want beef, but we want war
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| Nobody seen this shit comin', now we goin' far
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| I took my heart out my chest and I started goin' hard
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| Might shoot a movie with your bitch like a pornstar
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| That same nigga coppin' deuces, he gon' point the finger
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| I seen interrogations turn a street nigga to a singer
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| And I ain’t never seen a follower turn into a leader
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| These niggas hungry, so they back-bitin' just to feed they people
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| The streets is super shiesty, gotta watch for triple crosses (No cap)
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| You know if I say the word, they guaranteed to off you (Brrat)
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| I’m a Zone 6 king, ask Ola (Jugg)
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| Juggin' off the Motorola and the Corolla (Jugg)
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| Caught a body with Lil Corey, but I ain’t gon' speak about it (No cap)
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| He doin' a nine, but I ain’t worried 'cause he super solid (Solid)
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| When I die, I know my life, they doin' a movie 'bout it (Jugg King)
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| I taught the world how to finesse and jugg and make a profit (Yeah)
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| Niggas snitch in every hood, we call 'em 6ix9ine (6ix9ine, pussy)
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| I pumped life in the streets when it was flatline (Yeah)
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| Ola Runt and Black Amigo, bitch, who want war? |
| (Who want war?)
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| For these Freebandz, they kickin' down your front door (Count up), Street
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| Y’all niggas want beef, but we want war
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| Nobody seen this shit comin', now we goin' far
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| I took my heart out my chest and I started goin' hard
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| Might shoot a movie with your bitch like a pornstar
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| That same nigga coppin' deuces, he gon' point the finger
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| I seen interrogations turn a street nigga to a singer
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| And I ain’t never seen a follower turn into a leader
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| These niggas hungry, so they back-bitin' just to feed they people |