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Yeah
Yeah
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We're about to make it hot on your block with these shots I'm tryna leave shells on your block with this glizzy
When we leave on the scene have them calling the cops leave your brains on the floor have them using the mop
Yeah this a AR we play with chops and it came with a beam that bitch green like snot
Yeah I'm on the block yeah can't trust these hoes they be giving the drop yeah run up on me guarantee you gon' drop yeah
I got the K yeah hop out the whip get to shooting like ??? yeah
Nah we don't play fair we like to spin like the shit at the state fair
We just might run in your crib and ??? there
We just might sit at the ??? and then wait there
Nah I don't fuck with y'all side it's fake there
She bending over I pull on her fake hair
She like why pulling on it and it's fake hair
Nah I don't pay for no pussy I feel like Michael Jordan as a rookie
Aye lil nigga gimmie your cookies lil nigga tried to eat in front of me and I took it
You want a show then book it yeah you know I need that bag when I walk in
And the other bag that's the backend hit it from the back that's the backend
I just made a play for the backend my choppa it fold on the backend
I remember I was out here robbing niggas that's the old me that was back then
Nigga tried to dive over here ??? but we send him back that's a back swim
I don't even know how to back swim dived in the streets that was head first
Choppa have him holding on to his head like the lil nigga head hurt
Brought her to the crib hit her on the floor she didn't even get the bed work
Plus these niggas be out here copying the wave the shit that they saying we said first
Hollow tips put a nigga in the dirt body bag they gon' give the boy a hearse
We're about to make it hot on your block with these shots I'm tryna leave shells on your block with this glizzy
When we leave on the scene have them calling the cops leave your brains on the floor have them using the mop
Yeah this a AR we play with chops and it came with a beam that bitch green like snot
Yeah I'm on the block yeah can't trust these hoes they be giving the drop yeah run up on me guarantee you gon' drop yeah
I got the K yeah hop out the whip get to shooting like ??? yeah
Nah we don't play fair we like to spin like the shit at the state fair
We just might run in your crib and ??? there
We just might sit at the ??? and then wait there
Nah I don't fuck with y'all side it's fake there
She bending over I pull on her fake hair
She like why pulling on it and it's fake hair
We like to pop out like Jack in the Box and if I were the Glock now you're bound to get popped
What's that on your hip? You know that's a Glock
Who's that in the cut? You know that's the cops
We went through that block I saw me a opp
I up with that chop then I saw him drop
They're like "YBT tell us when this song drop?"
Red dot that mean you made the wrong stop
Green do that mean I'm running up a check
Big Glock boy you don't want to run into that
We're gon' make his heart stop with this gun to his chest
They're gon' have to pull bullets out that nigga flesh
One thing for sure I know that I'm blessed
If they say I ain't ??? then I coming up next
Try to come on my side better come in correct
Bullets like to fly give them bitches direct
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