Dubba-AA flex
All of the fallen blicky's
Free them steppers, free them twirlers
On my biggest enemy, it's idol time
This is the sound
All this money and this fame, can't let it drive me crazy
Baby mama pregnant, pray I get to meet the baby
I can't let these niggas take me out, you must be brazy
Brodie got hit up, if I was there I would've saved him
Product of the streets, I'm proud to say "look what it made me"
Gotta watch the circle, even family be shaky
I can't let 'em get to close to me, these niggas snaky
Bet I'll up the blicky first cause I can't let 'em take me
We lost three in a year, we ran all out of tears (All out of tears)
Ima dump from the passenger, bro gon' shoot from the rear
And wherever we catch him at, bitch we leavin' him there (Man down)
Fourth quarter we clutchin', we pullin' up anywhere
Went from bobbin' and weavin' to uppin' and squeezin'
I done turned to a demon, I hardly be speakin' (Gang gang gang)
Pussy press a button, bet my tounge he hit the kill switch
Bro was on them percs when he got hit, said he ain't feel shit
Opps go in the dirt, and for his mata he won't feel shit
See him tryna steel shit (Who invented trill shit)
Spot him we gon' spill shit (All we know is pill shit, real shit)
I been gettin' money on some trill shit
They call me the underdog for a reason
I ain't got nun to lose, everything to gain
On the gang
Do this shit for the gang
All my fallen soldiers, though the real
All this gun violence, all these slugs flyin'
Numb to this shit now
Keep a blicky, gang
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