Go
Long live my brudda, we did kill your bitch ass brudda
Know how the fuck we bleedin' man, fuck all my opps and wannabe opps
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
Go, go
Hunnid shots got the drop, but they rookie ass missed
How the fuck you in the streets, nigga, without a switch?
I'll be damned a nigga take my kit
I'll be damned, catch a opp and I miss
Lot of old hoes mad 'bout my new bitch
Pretty and petite, that's why they pissed
I spank real ass, she ain't worried bout shit
Go, go
When it come to the trenches
BloodHound, ShortyMobb, niggas know we winnin'
I give two fucks 'bout who feel offended
If it's up, then it's stuck, any block we spinning
BloodHound, we balled every bitch in the city
Did a line right 'fore I fucked, I say "Free Diddy"
Right foot creep, kill his ass doin' the griddy
Backdoor my homie, nigga I don't show pity
Go
But I ain't gon' lie foe
His ass tweakin' foe, I ain't gon' lie
It ain't just like I'm killin' his ass for no reason, shit
He doin' fu shit, sayin' fuck the guys
Sayin' what he gon' do to a motherfucker
A'ight, bet, finna show yo' ass, go
I'm back in them cars, nigga I'm back spinnin'
When you get in this car, lil nigga pay attention
Give no fuck who he is, kill a nigga, he a witness
Give no fuck who he is, nigga, take that pendant
Just got a new strike, lil bro'nem take cars
Calling all my hoes, tryna get a garage
He lying on his gun, nigga a facade
Got a Glock in LA, nigga I don't gotta dodge, go
Mm, Glock in LA, nigga I don't gotta dodge, on foe'nem
Long live my brudda, we did kill your bitch-ass brudda
Go, go, go
Hunnid shots got the drop, but they rookie ass missed
How the fuck you in the streets, nigga, without a switch?
I'll be damned a nigga take my kit
I'll be damned, catch a opp and I miss
Lot of old hoes mad 'bout my new bitch
Pretty and petite, that's why they pissed
I spank real ass, she ain't worried bout shit
Go, go
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