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Spartan!
(This shit hard Worm)
I pop out with the band
Couple sumn racks when you look in my pants
Uh huh
Ask for help, I could lend you a hand
Hear me out, I could give you a plan
Heard you broke, on this block you'll get fixed
We gon' make sure you eat
You gon' run up some bands
Don't run up even if you a fan cuz my brodie'll blam
Put ya shit in the stands (Uh)
Bitch my name is Big Munch and I come from the trench
Keep a gun, why the f*ck is you playing with me
Got that Drizzy, you know that it's staying with me
They know Ion give a f*ck what they saying to me
Got like 300 shots in this little blue truck
Spin ya block, yeah that sound like a plan to me
Shouldn't've played with them Spartans
Yeah my killers heartless
They quick to turn you to a memory
I'm in this whip and I'm laid back
Treat every street like a racetrack
No undercover
You want some pressure
We gone pop out where they stay at
This addy a 30
Off two different perkies
If we do 'em dirty it is what it is
We 'bout to blow 'em but we seen a stroller
You know I got love when it comes to the kids
Free all my n****s that's doing a bid
When you come home give you money and spend
Yes I'm a rapper
I'm not a actor
Don't get me wrong cuz I swear I'mma clap ya
All of my young n****s trapping, they getting it in
I just want the money ain't here for the friends
Talked to God said "I won't do it again"
But that n***a get out I'mma kill him again
BTA I put that switch on ya patna
Your's Vs. Mine, yeah, you know that's a slaughter
They told me stay out the way, I'm a artist
Opps ain't gon' do nun but tell on somebody
We gon' call this Belt To Ass
Come through fast that car gon' crash
Me and Munchyy
Before the rap, we been locked in since Rabaya class
I pop out with the band
Couple sumn racks when you look in my pants
Uh huh
Ask for help, I could lend you a hand
Hear me out, I could give you a plan
Heard you broke, on this block you'll get fixed
We gon' make sure you eat
You gon' run up some bands
Don't run up even if you a fan cuz my brodie'll blam
Put ya shit in the stands (Uh)
Bitch my name is Big Munch and I come from the trench
Keep a gun, why the f*ck is you playing with me
Got that Drizzy, you know that it's staying with me
They know Ion give a f*ck what they saying to me
Got like 300 shots in this little blue truck
Spin ya block, yeah that sound like a plan to me
Shouldn't've played with them Spartans
Yeah my killers heartless
They quick to turn you to a memory (Nah nah)
(Nuh-nah-nah)
(Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-na-naaah)
(Naaah huhh)
(Uh-huh)

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