Don't politics on the insanes nigga
You know how we coming nigga
Babies, 23, FLC
You know how we coming
[Max ThaDemon]
Opps get hit and they call the cops
Double O he don't think, he just up it and hawk his top
All these opps getting choked a lot
While these boys talking hot
When they know I don't talk a lot
And I'm shooting to end his life
When he open the door he get met with a couple pipes
Not trapped for a couple nights
You gon' run from the sound, but go duck when you see the light
When you see me its terrorism
Say your big homie dead well, you can get buried with him
Send bro and I know he hit him
One chop, two chops start blicking with a steady rhythm
Me and Black, all black on a late night
They gone know who did it when the face white
Rock throwing up the V when the brake light
Oppers' skin gone melt when the eight bite
Why you stalling, me and gang gon' spin through
Got a dot on his head like he Hindu
Can't run from the shots gone win you
Blue tip pop his face like a pimple
Moving tact' you get cooked like a dinner plate
Do a drill then we back on the interstate
Bullets hot you get blicked til your skin opaque
Do a drill with my guys then we sit and wait
[Ciggy Black]
Besides all the politics nigga
Who spinning
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Two grips and a brief like I'm Jeff Hardy
Last call from his mom is a death parting
??? have him aching faking
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23 shots start getting him
CJ ???
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Double O got his eye on the interscope
Kill him close
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Babies crazy
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Pistol talk to the Federallies please
Off the porch leave the score up to the streets
Hop out the V get to blamming
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One chop
Move wok
Get you boo wet
Location never chilling with opps
They setting a drop
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Babies sliding unlimited flock
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Ed, Ned, and Eddie no picking pies
OMBK how my niggas ride
Spin through the ??? then we leaving nines
[Kev Hundo]
Can't fuck with fuck with no lame niggas
They switch sides
Couldn't find their own lane so they dick ride (Boom 3x)
Niggas talk like they out but they inside
I know that for a fact that's how bitches lie
Run in your crib let me get that
Call brodie its time for the get back (Babies 3x)
Bitches love when I shoot then I step back
Bullets inserted right where his chest at
I put my life in this street shit
Swear to god I don't tolerate weakness
On court I'm on offense and defense
Call Pop and he got it the cheapest
Got 23 shots for you opp niggas
He survive he gone die in a hospital
Kick doors come look in the house for you
Kick doors come look in the house for you
Smoking dead opps got me lazy
This new clip I filled up is for Jaydee
Put a beam on the tip, no safety
When I spin through the Ville, he gon' take three
Dee Sav better run ricky, run
Told bro don't stop just shoot til its done
New .40 came equip with a drum
Spin through my block are you dumb are you dumb
Ain't no hesitation its a man down anybody can get it
Final destination you a damn clown all my niggas with it
How you politicing, you ain't spin yet
You ain't touch a damn soul
Niggas politicing til the choppas hit him
Up the pole then I'm back home
Two, three shots out the V or hop out and squeeze
Either way its a man down
Niggas start copping a plea til I pull up for real show you niggas some damn clowns
??? that's the big bro
When he spin on the opps he let six go (Boom 3x)
When he spin on the opps he let six go
Bodies drop all the time then we get low
When he spin on the opps he let six go
Two fifty rock you know how we coming
I'm back
Shit don't stop
EBK nigga, OMBK nigga, fuck ??? nigga
[Laughing]
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