| Swish
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| Yeah EPO bizz boy
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| Go round there set it one time
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| I’mma tug on my block
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| Man cut thru countless times
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| You can get touched, chat shit and deny
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| How many man on your team been dipped like fries?
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| Its sad, I can’t lie but I gotta take risks and try
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| Man stepped with two young G’s, that’s Didz and Eyes
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| Man dump on beats and still take trips sometimes
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| If you slip on your block then we gotta make siblings cry
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| My team’s that peak and beat off streets
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| Don’t scream, we ain’t searching right
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| Man creep on your block
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| Cah we step with pokes on bikes get X in the bait moonlight
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| Things and stuff get popped when doors get bussed
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| So more time we’re searching right
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| And he ain’t known in the bizz but chats 'bout the bitch like
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| Man you know that the ting’s on-sight
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| When he got dipped, he was walking dead like Dwight
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| The beef gets peak and it’s been that way, no
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| Look
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| Bally on me, you’re a blacked out T
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| Come back, I’m swinging my arms and cheff
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| Test my right hand, you know I back beef
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| If you 'ear that click, it’s a violence sneeze
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| Look
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| Step back, no patience cah retaliation be applied as heat
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| If you pop L’s, what’s poppin' my G?
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| Ain’t no way man’s squashin' the beef
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| Back up my shank and dug up your lads
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| I suggest you fall back
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| Slap that gauge in the dinga, my drilla been aiming at hats
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| Burst in small cah your squaddie is my favourite hobby
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| Man best duck from the wap
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| Mind out where you steppin'
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| Hats gon' run then we burst off waps
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| This bruck back gets ringy
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| Still tryna burst off backs
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| Stuff them shells in the skeng, reverse it back at that batch
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| If you roll with your yat and you’re buck into the gang
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| Tell your bitch don’t lack
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| We still rise up, tryna burst up hats
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| No point tryna deny your face in the vids
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| You can still get dipped in the back, don’t lack
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| Shit the 9'ers done it again
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| Bow
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| 2.2 in the ding dong waze
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| The bitch shoulda took that skeng
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| This shit ain’t done for the clout
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| Lowkey we properly knife up them
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| They saw us crash and they dashed on ten
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| Ten toes on their flat
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| If you roll with their batch
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| Don’t lack if you seen with them
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| Don’t think cause I did mans rap that I’m dimming the beat of the wap
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| Bap
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| Behind closed doors we’re beatin' back
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| Fuck if you come out of jail, we bang them shells
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| We’re your riders at?
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| Pull up and creep
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| We don’t speak, we’re the silent batch
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| Bitch boy fuck all your chit and your chat
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| We supply that blem
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| Bow
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| Rise at them
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| Bruk down two’s or we bruk down four’s
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| We can pop at them
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| Fuck
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| Free up the guys in pen
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| We supply that blem
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| Bow
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| Rise at them
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| Bruk down two’s or we bruk down four’s
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| We can pop at them
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| Fuck
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| Free up the guys in pen |