Plenty (feat. Rts 38)
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2three Who's that in all black? That's five, son I'm in the back of the ride trying to grab one When the opps see me, you know they gon' run You can't tell me shit, I know I'm the one Bitch, you know I'm the one, I keep me a gun Ayy, hop out the car, I'ma give him a hunnid Ayy, bitch-ass nigga, I ain't goin' for nothin Ayy, trash can crew cause my niggas go dumping Yeah, caught his ass lacking and start dumpin' the button Aye bitch eat me up, stop all that fussing Put a beam on his ass, why the f*ck is he muggin 2three in the back, and you know that he clutchin Ayy, there he go, bro, let's walk him down Ayy, we got the low, we stalk him out When he walk out the trap, send shots to his mouth I'ma really smash shit, niggas want some clout your bitch can't answer, got a dick in her mouth If that boy try to run, then I'm hawkin' him down Heard of the M.O.B ? they runnin the town Don't get your ass smacked, yeah, left face down Get smoked to the face like some pot of loud Pop out like a junkie, blickin' them down Walk him down, I don't make a sound He say he got P's, we takin' him down You know you ain't like that, move around I be with them gunnas, when I be in the town Vontae in the back and he got his blick Don't gotta tell me, trey eight won't slip Five, five, six, that a f*ck, nigga, I That a bitch so good, yeah, I cannot lie Beat her back down, Alley oop to the Guys You passin the bitch, you get that assist I tell no lie, bro, I swear I wouldn't miss hunnid in yo shit call me wilt hunnid in yo shit call me wilt Drop a hunnid in they whip, call bro to assist When I'm dumpin this bitch, I cannot miss He was talkin' that shit, got hit with the shit Put a belt to the abdomen, them niggas some bitch Had a man on that shit like Bobby and Whitney I was done for the 40, hit his ass in the kidney He didn't hear the last song, bitch, nigga, get wit Ayy, I'ma start talkin' when I'm cruisin' the city To the bitch, y'all niggas that hate me, come get it That C with the 30, the steamer, get lit Man, the Drac so small , yeah, you know it's a miny He got hit with that shit, damn, the homie won't kill it Make a wish, give him gold, nigga, somethin' like timmy Send a blitz, get mossed, think it's somethin' like randy Now, keepin' the 30, this bitch come in handy How many blocks you spent? I say plenty Plenty blocks, that's the street Niggas better stop fuckin' around Stop duckin' they fuckin' taco Niggas know you play with this shit Your ass is made with this shit I'm tellin' you I'm fuckin' y'all
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