Ayy, heard my name ringin' bells in this small city
Niggas tryna take me out, that's why I ride with it
And I ain't rockin' with the Glock if it got 9s in it
I know it's money comin' in, it got my palms itching
Ayy, you live and you die, you gotta learn nigga
Glizzy heavy on my hip, it got me hurt nigga
Send a opp to the sky, like he a bird nigga
We see him up in traffic, he hit the dash, he about to curve nigga
My gang in the field (We hide at your spot)
We play with big guns (They all talk to the cops)
Goofy hoe send a buyer they givin' a drop (I ain't go stop hittin' the roads until I rich to the top ayy)
Look, it's Lil Mando I'm sendin' shots, like I hoop from Toronto
Good stuff in my za ???
I seen him up in traffic, I bounced out and let shots go
I'm in the streets where it's real, you better keep it on you
Don't let us get the drop nigga, we gon push up on you
I'm flippin' loudest head holes, but it wasn't for you
Face shot, the K hot, but I left him holy
Dreamed about a new bands and a buss down rollie
(Dreamed about a new bands and a buss down rollie)
(Face shot, the K hot, but I left him holy)
(Dreamed about a new bands and a buss down rollie)
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