(MrBlackOnDaTrack)
(HeartBeatz on the track)
(The Heroes)
Stop playing mind games
You violate and bitch, we iron slang
Walk up close range, take off that nigga mindframe
Gon' die behind them slangin' pussy boys, they know the gang
They know what we claim, ain't never changed, who tryna bang?
They like the back and forth, ain't tryna take it far, though
I'm on some deadly shit, we put you in the dirt, no parvo
This shit get hectic, out in traffic, we knock off your car door
And, bitch, we steppin', ain't no tellin', won't go out like Marlo
We catch your son comin' from school, hollows burn through his cargo
I'm like a walking bank, bitch, my nickname Wells Fargo
I drop a bag on him, now what the fuck they gotta starve for?
Rich nigga shit, might spin a bend on some new Forgiatos
He wanna beef, we on his street, we tryna touch his taco
Now we on feet, and we come creep outside, but we won't knock, though
You ever been burnt by some fire, bitch, imagine hollows
If I go broke, I'ma sell soap, so tell 'em, bitch, free Ralo
We bangin', dreads hangin' like we from Chicago
Love clutching sticks but I'll smush you with the Glock, though
Bitch, we gon' stretch you, we can't wrestle, you must think you macho
For all that pussy shit, bitch, that's what we been at your top for
Stop playing mind games
You violate and bitch, we iron slang
Walk up close range, take off that nigga mindframe
Gon' die behind them slangin' pussy boys, they know the gang
They know what we claim, ain't never changed, who tryna bang?
Stop playing mind games
You violate and bitch, we iron slang
Walk up close range, take off that nigga mindframe
Gon' die behind them slangin' pussy boys, they know the gang
They know what we claim, ain't never changed, who tryna bang?
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