| Young nigga he super shiesty, already got his mask on
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| I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
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| This time some years later, them gangbangers ain’t comin' home
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| We tryna murder some and I knock another down
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| Don’t fuck 'round with your head bust, nigga
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| Get your bread up, nigga
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| We zip the biggest niggas, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols
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| These niggas gon' lay it down when we spray it 'round
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| When we catch him, we sin him
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| Sprayer take out the window, we leave that ho in the middle
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| He a opp, boy, a beat it
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| Hollow’s they gon' want some
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| We dirt him, believe it, Top say, y’all go off him
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| He still real right, don’t come right
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| His life is gon' cost him
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| I’m smokin' Doja like ridin' through the Nola like fuck all of 'em
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| Tell me shit, they don’t mean it
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| Step on one, don’t leave, not one
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| Like who seen it?
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| We gon' burn 'em all so track down one
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| We skippin' town, them taxes come
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| They can’t take off, we stamped 'em some
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| He need another dirty burner
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| That Drake, it need a drum up on it
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| You need another to fuckin' fix this
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| Okay? |
| And what else
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| Hall of fame, for real, highlight with the steel (Yeah)
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| Put that boy on a shelf
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| Roll, roll all night off them pills, yeah
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| 'Til ain’t none left
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| Gone off that drank 'til I go deaf, smokin' on dank, pour like it’s meth
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| Young nigga he super shiesty, already got his mask on
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| I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
|
| This time some years later, them gangbangers ain’t comin' home
|
| We tryna murder some and I knock another down
|
| Don’t fuck 'round with your head bust, nigga
|
| Get your bread up, nigga
|
| We zip the biggest niggas, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols
|
| These niggas gon' lay it down when we spray it 'round
|
| When we catch him, we sin him
|
| Sprayer take out the window, we leave that ho in the middle
|
| He a opp, boy, a beat it
|
| Hollow’s they gon' want some
|
| We dirt him, believe it, Top say, y’all go off him
|
| He still real right, don’t come right
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| His life is gon' cost him
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| I’m smokin' Doja like ridin' through the Nola like fuck all of 'em |