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  • And once your friends your enemies, this **** get tricky, ***** (Tricky, *****)
    Get you popped and ask, "Who shot ya?" Like I'm Biggie, ***** (Like I'm Biggie, *****)
    OG told me live my life 'cause I'm too risky wit' it (Risky)
    And I could buy your little house and get your ***** evicted (**** it)
    Bounce that ass, *****, go on with your bad self
    Lil' ***** talk crazy, boy, I'll whip you with your dad's belt
    It's way too much sweat up in your leggings, *****, your ass smell
    He moved and thought that heaven was on earth 'til I come add hell
    Macho man up on the Gram, but is you really that?
    Better have the legs of Forrest Gump, *****, when this semi blast (Boom, boom)
    You is not my mans, might know my hair, but you can't get a dab
    And she like, "What's your needs, babe?" Not much, but you can give me cash
    She want me now, but back then, the ***** done did me bad
    Shopping in Topanga with my *****, I feel like Trippie Redd
    A lot of **** ain't adding up and I done did the math
    A ***** touch my chain up in this *****, I tear this ***** in half, *****
    D-Boii, where that Glock at?
    It's on my hip, bro
    Cold hearted, I can't trust ****
    On my kinfolk
    Choppa bullets get to flyin'
    Make 'em get low
    And I'd never cuff a *****
    And I still won't
    ***** on the gang
    Ask about my name up in these streets, they know I'm certified
    ***** ***** speakin' on the dead, then you deserve to die
    Bro just got the drop, we load up chop, and that's a homicide
    The truth is time is money, baby, I don't got the time to lie
    Name a time you *****s slid, don't know who you *****s is
    Don't know what you *****s 'bout or what you do or what you did
    The streets talkin', they'll tell you since day one I been the nig
    We been rockin' out on *****s like a baby in a crib
    And I got choppa in the house 'cause it's like eighty in the crib
    Never wash my own clothes 'cause I got baby in the crib
    Before I jumped up off the porch, all I wanted was a Benz
    Now I got three cribs, I got three whips
    I got three chains, I got three sticks up in this whip
    Ain't nobody safe up in this *****
    Coulda went and bought the car but put the Wraith up on my wrist
    She put heart eyes on my pic, he put a whoopin' on his *****
    And brodie packin' *****s out just for looking in his *****, gang
    D-Boii, where that Glock at?
    It's on my hip, bro
    Cold hearted, I can't trust ****
    On my kinfolk
    Choppa bullets get to flying
    Make 'em get low
    And I'd never cuff a *****
    And I still won't
    ***** on the gang
    'Ight, *****, be cool (Be cool)
    This MAC could knock a ***** out his shoes (Boom, boom, ah)
    Hella Glocks and poles when we cruise (When we cruise)
    ****in' with them suckas, boy, you *****s get it too (Ah)
    Wild ***** with a couple loose screws (Loose screws)
    Pocket full of dubs with a couple loose blues (Loose blues)
    Big body Benz, pull up in a new coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
    *****s know that I'm a shooter and my *****s shoot too (Shoot too)
    See a opp, bounce out, ****, **** it (****, **** it)
    New Glock hold thirty, I'ma dump it (I'ma dump it)
    All night, outside, *****, we thuggin' (*****, we thuggin')
    SRT Hellcat, this ain't no bucket
    **** a *****, **** a *****, I need bands (Need bands)
    Blowin' fifties, blowin' hundreds 'cause I can ('Cause I can)
    See a opp, he better pray this ***** jam (***** jam)
    Pop a *****, pop his ***** and his friends (Boom, boom)
    D-Boii, where that Glock at?
    It's on my hip, bro
    Cold hearted, I can't trust ****
    On my kinfolk
    Choppa bullets get to flying
    Make 'em get low
    And I'd never cuff a *****
    And I still won't
    ***** on the gang
  • [00:10.721]And once your friends your enemies, this **** get tricky, ***** (Tricky, *****)
    [00:13.151]Get you popped and ask, "Who shot ya?" Like I'm Biggie, ***** (Like I'm Biggie, *****)
    [00:16.090]OG told me live my life 'cause I'm too risky wit' it (Risky)
    [00:18.541]And I could buy your little house and get your ***** evicted (**** it)
    [00:21.102]Bounce that ass, *****, go on with your bad self
    [00:23.271]Lil' ***** talk crazy, boy, I'll whip you with your dad's belt
    [00:25.824]It's way too much sweat up in your leggings, *****, your ass smell
    [00:28.386]He moved and thought that heaven was on earth 'til I come add hell
    [00:31.138]Macho man up on the Gram, but is you really that?
    [00:33.569]Better have the legs of Forrest Gump, *****, when this semi blast (Boom, boom)
    [00:36.319]You is not my mans, might know my hair, but you can't get a dab
    [00:38.807]And she like, "What's your needs, babe?" Not much, but you can give me cash
    [00:41.323]She want me now, but back then, the ***** done did me bad
    [00:43.954]Shopping in Topanga with my *****, I feel like Trippie Redd
    [00:46.609]A lot of **** ain't adding up and I done did the math
    [00:49.001]A ***** touch my chain up in this *****, I tear this ***** in half, *****
    [00:51.734]D-Boii, where that Glock at?
    [00:53.179]It's on my hip, bro
    [00:53.962]Cold hearted, I can't trust ****
    [00:55.804]On my kinfolk
    [00:56.645]Choppa bullets get to flyin'
    [00:57.945]Make 'em get low
    [00:59.169]And I'd never cuff a *****
    [01:00.591]And I still won't
    [01:01.677]***** on the gang
    [01:02.785]Ask about my name up in these streets, they know I'm certified
    [01:04.870]***** ***** speakin' on the dead, then you deserve to die
    [01:07.056]Bro just got the drop, we load up chop, and that's a homicide
    [01:09.806]The truth is time is money, baby, I don't got the time to lie
    [01:11.977]Name a time you *****s slid, don't know who you *****s is
    [01:14.593]Don't know what you *****s 'bout or what you do or what you did
    [01:17.203]The streets talkin', they'll tell you since day one I been the nig
    [01:19.585]We been rockin' out on *****s like a baby in a crib
    [01:22.226]And I got choppa in the house 'cause it's like eighty in the crib
    [01:24.919]Never wash my own clothes 'cause I got baby in the crib
    [01:27.322]Before I jumped up off the porch, all I wanted was a Benz
    [01:30.007]Now I got three cribs, I got three whips
    [01:31.553]I got three chains, I got three sticks up in this whip
    [01:33.978]Ain't nobody safe up in this *****
    [01:35.068]Coulda went and bought the car but put the Wraith up on my wrist
    [01:38.027]She put heart eyes on my pic, he put a whoopin' on his *****
    [01:40.390]And brodie packin' *****s out just for looking in his *****, gang
    [01:43.755]D-Boii, where that Glock at?
    [01:44.943]It's on my hip, bro
    [01:45.273]Cold hearted, I can't trust ****
    [01:46.969]On my kinfolk
    [01:48.260]Choppa bullets get to flying
    [01:49.540]Make 'em get low
    [01:50.840]And I'd never cuff a *****
    [01:52.186]And I still won't
    [01:53.167]***** on the gang
    [01:54.826]'Ight, *****, be cool (Be cool)
    [01:56.908]This MAC could knock a ***** out his shoes (Boom, boom, ah)
    [01:59.818]Hella Glocks and poles when we cruise (When we cruise)
    [02:01.678]****in' with them suckas, boy, you *****s get it too (Ah)
    [02:04.126]Wild ***** with a couple loose screws (Loose screws)
    [02:06.577]Pocket full of dubs with a couple loose blues (Loose blues)
    [02:09.158]Big body Benz, pull up in a new coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
    [02:11.606]*****s know that I'm a shooter and my *****s shoot too (Shoot too)
    [02:14.187]See a opp, bounce out, ****, **** it (****, **** it)
    [02:16.940]New Glock hold thirty, I'ma dump it (I'ma dump it)
    [02:19.541]All night, outside, *****, we thuggin' (*****, we thuggin')
    [02:22.101]SRT Hellcat, this ain't no bucket
    [02:24.545]**** a *****, **** a *****, I need bands (Need bands)
    [02:27.212]Blowin' fifties, blowin' hundreds 'cause I can ('Cause I can)
    [02:30.121]See a opp, he better pray this ***** jam (***** jam)
    [02:32.391]Pop a *****, pop his ***** and his friends (Boom, boom)
    [02:34.836]D-Boii, where that Glock at?
    [02:35.639]It's on my hip, bro
    [02:37.220]Cold hearted, I can't trust ****
    [02:38.407]On my kinfolk
    [02:39.849]Choppa bullets get to flying
    [02:41.169]Make 'em get low
    [02:42.401]And I'd never cuff a *****
    [02:43.814]And I still won't
    [02:44.887]***** on the gang