(Sauceboy shit, what you want me to play?)
(Hold on, Lil Ree)
(Ayy, Rashonn, this bitch go crazy)
Bronem face shit then leave no witness
Fuck designer, go step in Dickies
You don't sling no iron, then I take your blicky
Opp bitch gave my dick a hickey
Out the cut, they leave shit wicked
Head tap, last thing I heard, he missin'
Niggas hide in the 'burbs like bitches
Ain't no flesh wounds, main arteries, hit 'em
I seen that nigga 'flaging, stick him
Catch a opp, blick him
Turn his ass a victim
Every time you see a nigga that don't never be 'bout they issue
Scared to let my drillers off the leash, them niggas get too vicious
You ain't never been down on your dick, thuggin' deep in the trenches (Grrt, boom)
That's a new pack, heard one of the bros just caught a new hat
Thousand miles away, "Rye, how you knew that?"
You out there with 'em and you get blew at
Hundred racks, I blew that
These niggas ain't playing with money, these niggas broke
And that's most these niggas' problem, they take shit as a joke
'Til all your partners dying, homicide
They ain't getting stamped 'cause they been hiding
Only reason I know they hiding 'cause my lil' brother been outside slidin'
Stolen whip, riding and trappin'
Pray I spot a nigga in traffic
Hit the Drac' and flip his whip like I taught that bitch acrobatics
Hear the click then flip the clip
Back to shootin', that bitch, let 'em have it
I'm gon' roll you up in a leaf, laugh while you getting grieved by your family
Niggas know not to play with me
Leave you deceased, I ain't cappin'
Yeah, this Drac' know acrobatics, flip your shit and leave it tragic, nigga
DOA on the scene, pick a casket, nigga
Frrt, frrt, frrt, shit sound like magic, nigga
I ain't got no mind, I'm slingin' iron 'til I'm in my casket nigga
'Til the day I die, I'ma bang behind mine, no point in asking, nigga
Switch fucking up my stature, too many Percs gon' make me throw up
Yeah, I'm on bars walkin' like a zombie or I'm on Percs tryna go up
I ain't have to sell my soul or do no ho shit for to blow up, pussy
Bronem face shit then leave no witness
Fuck designer, go step in Dickies
You don't sling no iron, then I take your blicky
Opp bitch gave my dick a hickey
Out the cut, they leave shit wicked
Head tap, last thing I heard, he missin'
Niggas hide in the 'burbs like bitches
Ain't no flesh wounds, main arteries, hit 'em
I seen that nigga 'flaging, stick him
Catch a opp, blick him
Turn his ass a victim
Every time you see a nigga that don't never be 'bout they issue
Scared to let my drillers off the leash, them niggas get too vicious
You ain't never been down on your dick, thuggin' deep in the trenches
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