392
BabyRisk
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Alright, alright, let's see what's on top Let's see what Let's see what's on top Let's see what's on top Yeah Hey, Jack boy Uh In that rip they be sayin' on thinking its that sweet I'll tell u first hand them niggas be dyin' My young nigga gettin' that 392 and we turn his race car into a slider YMS runnin' the city Ain't dunkin' no beef We with all that violence We took a young nigga on that lick Two days later, his lil' ass slidin' Bet stop playin' with that flet We already got with his man, so that boy took a hit They wanna know where I went Every time we sit on free car, shit gettin' bent You gettin' this water, get drenched Bruh keep claimin' that body, he ain't even spin I ain't even get in the game How is you workin' that dog when you sit on the bench He thought he was K.P. trying to bet I'm workin' that dog, now it ain't on my hip And I watch every move, don't go on your death And they know how I get there, I'm playin' with this rep I'm with lil' D-Lock tryin' to get a bucket I seen a free car ridin' and crushed it Niggas be bappin', they really be duckin' Came out the dip, tryin' to bake me a muffin I get lil' Jackboy a bank, it's a go And my young nigga really get active, on bro I'm workin' that dog, these niggas better get low Niggas talkin' bout risk, and they won't take a risk though Don't dick ridin' now, cause they bent You ain't workin' that stick And that guy, nah, they ain't steppin' on risk These young niggas too big I'm good, I have it, go with my man I got a ride down the street, I ain't goin' too far Nigga came out his car, tryin' to get by that car He got a line in my cup, I be sippin' on wock On T, I could really be runnin' that block Don't shoot out no window, he open the door Lil' Jackboy really be runnin' the floor I'm with Wick and that young nigga upping' the score They workin' that bled, better get on the floor Lil' Mack gon' catch one of these niggas and crush him I get up on Watts, and I swear I'ma bust him Fat Racks workin' that bled on the under And I'm doggin' whoever that's really my son In that rip they be sayin' on thinking its that sweet I'll tell u first hand them niggas be dyin' My young nigga gettin' that 392 and we turn his race car into a slider YMS runnin' the city Ain't dunkin' no beef We with all that violence We took a young nigga on that lick Two days later, his lil' ass slidin' Bet stpp playin' with that flet We already got with his man, so that boy took a hit They wanna know where I went Every time we sit on free car, shit gettin' bent You gettin' this water, get drenched Bruh keep claimin' that body, he ain't even spin I ain't even get in the game How is you workin' that dog when you sit on the bench Uh On T., nigga Uh Nigga been workin' that dope on the bench Talkin' bout spendin', he ain't even spent Got on this car, and I had to whip It's risk, nigga Uh Ay Ma Ay Five Uh Ay JackBoy
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