| Tryna turn my opps hood to a cemetery
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| I got rounds on me now, no preliminary
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| Big dog, big as fuck when you see me
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| Big Skuba beat you up when you see me
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| Big hot cheeto, big Glock keeper
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| Slid next day, bitch, I been got even
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| Get Back Gang on the East with my demons
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| Seven Mile nigga in the hood with my heathens
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| You reach I teach stain they clothes no bleach
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| You reach I teach stain his clothes no bleach
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| You reach I teach stain they clothes no bleach
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| You hmmm I hmm stain they clothes no hmmm
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| Hmm, we’ll clear the smoke out the air chopper owe him
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| I know I got killers up in here because I roll with 'em
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| I’mma pull your BM by her hair because she gold-digging
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| And my bag big, boy, I’m bout to fuck them hoes with her
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| Fuck the summer up, cold winter, ain’t got no feelings
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| That raw looking like my main bitch cause I keep going with her
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| FN looking like my main squeeze, it keep going with me
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| FN looking like my better half 'cause I keep it
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| Make me put them shooters on your ass, give me a reason
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| Every time the opps cross our path they be bleeding
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| Every time the opps near our hood they get left
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| We the niggas who be making them niggas take they last breath
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| Because of us some niggas can’t see they babies first steps
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| Because of us them niggas develop posttraumatic stress
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| We’ll kill a nigga quick, he slippin' postin that address
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| Get to droppin', he gon' drop, the only option — we the best
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| Send him to the city morgue, send him to the bity morgue
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| We the type of niggas out of town with 'bout 50 40's
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| I got white boy fiends big as hell, Mickey Rourke
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| These niggas done, extra finished, hit 'em with the fork
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| You niggas was done in high school, hit 'em with the sport
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| I just put my balls on that bitch, she think it’s a sport
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| I just poked that nigga in his chest, I think he a dork
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| I should thump that nigga in his forehead because he’s short
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| As-salamu alaykum with the Draco I don’t eat no pork
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| Permanent vacation he in heaven that ain’t no resort
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| Your BM a slut, she a bitch, that lil' ho a whore
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| I give lil baby Perky dick til she don’t want no more
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| I send some bullets through your brain til' you don’t know no more
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| You know ain’t none of this shit gon' change, I’mma up the score
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| Drop a new chain with baguettes 'cause I can 'ford it
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| Bitch I used to fuck with said my name and I ignored her
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| I don’t know nobody I’m just tryna hold somebody
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| If you don’t know nun' bout me then you best not go around me
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| If you don’t know my gang then you best not bump through here
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| We don’t hesitate to up them blicks and send 'em through there
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| Yo bitch called me honey while I fucked her, Skuba Pooh Bear
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| I’m the reason why you gotta buy that bitch some new hair
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| Special kind of nigga, FK, too rare
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| I shoot that bitch eyes closed, kill whoever
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| Tryna turn my opps hood to a cemetery
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| I got rounds on me now, no preliminary
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| Big dog, big as fuck when you see me
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| Big Skuba beat you up when you see me
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| Big hot cheeto, big Glock keeper
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| Slid next day, bitch, I been got even
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| Get Back Gang on the East with my demons
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| Seven Mile nigga in the hood with my heathens |