| Who made this? |
| JB made this
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| Ghosty
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| The po' hate me 'cah there weren’t no solvin' (Uhm)
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| Gunman stance and the club said 'no smokin'
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| But we brought that smoke in (Whoosh)
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| I’m the best at my age, no boastin' (I'm sorry)
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| We know fanboys hate when I’m ghostin'
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| Jailhouse ting, no smoke
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| Let me jump on the tech', call my babes and lotion (Uhm)
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| Beat up the yute, don’t poke him
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| GM’s cut when the govs approachin' (Duss)
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| Deceivin' opps ain’t reppin' their block in jail, on a joke ting
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| That boy caught stress when he held them pokings (Yuck)
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| But he’s still on free flow
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| Bitchin' to different blocks as he’s still tryna moisten (Washed)
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| Bro just said one drop on a opp
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| One chop had his vocal broken (Neckshot)
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| We beat man out of his head
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| Curled up in the bed but the gov ain’t spoken
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| Don’t trust anyone in the can
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| He can be your right hand and pree up the soakin' (Urgh)
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| Free up, free up my goons in the jailhouse
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| Bang 'til the gates break open (Free 'em)
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| Free up, free up my goons in the jailhouse
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| Bang 'til the gates break open (Free 'em)
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| Hands up, hold this, squeeze then buss
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| GS corn is a must (Bow, bow, bow)
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| Pop smoke 'cah everyone’s talkin' tough
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| Rudeboy, I’m callin' your bluff (Uhm-mhm)
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| Bare man duss when they heard it’s us (Us)
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| Tryna squeeze and buss (Bow, bow)
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| Bare man duss when they heard it’s us (Us)
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| Tryna squeeze and buss (Bow, bow)
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| Hands up, hold this, squeeze then buss
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| GS corn is a must (Bow, bow, bow)
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| Pop smoke 'cah everyone’s talkin' tough
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| Rudeboy, I’m callin' your bluff (Uhm-mhm)
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| Bare man duss when they heard it’s us
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| Tryna squeeze and buss (Us)
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| Bare man duss when they heard it’s us
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| Tryna squeeze and buss (Us)
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| Mask on then teef that B in the trap
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| Who teefed that? |
| Me and my darg
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| That nigga tried bop and then he got whacked
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| Abuse that dot-dot, plot in the gaff
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| Barkin' hell, that’s smoke on the crash
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| He ain’t got heart but still wanna do this
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| Tar don’t dash when the .38 clap
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| Brap, he can feel this wap (Grrrr)
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| Feel this wap, when they clocked on it’s us (Brap, brap, brap)
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| See bare man dash
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| Bark off and the opp boys scream like yats
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| Me and bro’s tryna chase this batch (Brap)
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| I just beat off the M, no cap
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| Got three indictments off my name, I’m gassed
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| He froze up when he heard I’m back
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| Fresh home, fresh home, straight back to the cash
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| Two Rambo blades behind your back
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| While bro’s tryna beat that mash
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| Big brown booty, rewind her arse on Snap
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| Let me squeeze that nyash
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| Eyes roll back, she 'uckin' me off on cam
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| Man buss on her lash
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| Stop shinin' the wrists on 'gram
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| It’s VS1, it don’t need no flash
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| Drive out of town for the cash
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| Fly off the buj and three and a half for the light
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| I can make that splash
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| Rap then turn that bread into plaques
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| HMP, just me and my co-dee locked in the gates, no Zack
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| We still got halves when we’re breakin' racks
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| Free up, free up my bro, that’s facts
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| Hands up, hold this, squeeze then buss
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| GS corn is a must (Bow, bow, bow)
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| Pop smoke 'cah everyone’s talkin' tough
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| Rudeboy, I’m callin' your bluff (Uhm-mhm)
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| Bare man duss when they heard it’s us (Us)
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| Tryna squeeze and buss (Bow, bow)
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| Bare man duss when they heard it’s us (Us)
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| Tryna squeeze and buss (Bow, bow)
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| Hands up, hold this, squeeze then buss
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| GS corn is a must (Bow, bow, bow)
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| Pop smoke 'cah everyone’s talkin' tough
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| Rudeboy, I’m callin' your bluff (Uhm-mhm)
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| Bare man duss when they heard it’s us
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| Tryna squeeze and buss (Us)
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| Bare man duss when they heard it’s us
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| Tryna squeeze and buss (Us) |