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Seaan

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Yeah, two sticks like Mac Pain, two different gens
Not smokin' on shit, nigga, long live Ten
Aye, we get the drop, we the first ones hop in that whip and go spin
Tryna slime a nigga like I'm Megu, we in that V, I'm sure you ain't got no friends

We get the drop, send a whole lotta shots, if we miss one opp then we spinnin' again
That first got hit with FN
I was in school takin' niggas pens
Runnin' with a tool, hit you and yo' men

Too many illegal things in this Benz
Too many niggas dyin' when we spin
Boy don't move, pistol to yo' chin
Can't lose, I can only win

FTOS, nigga, long live Ten
Hang out the whip while I'm dumpin' that switch
So we having sticks in this car, we got plenty
Aye, you kissin' that hoe, I put dick in ha' kidney

He was thinkin' shit sweet and got hit with like fifty
He tried to run and got did like Ricky
Can't go on a drill cause she told a sentence
Rolling off a pill, got me feeling litty

Break her back, I kill, bust it on her teeth
Glock 23, the attachment elite
Walk in the party, I'm fly like an eagle
Haha, dissin' on bro 'nem, talkin' bout the Dada, I guess this nigga wanna meet him

I might hop out the car with a fifty round drum and this glock, he done when I see him
'Member them days it was me and Lil Sean, we was hitting the pen in the car, I seen him
Aye, like, what you gon' do when we hop out the car, these hollows put 'em with his dead guys
I been trying to spin in a Red R, with diamonds glistening on my chain

I got a tool in my belt, Bruce Wayne
You workin' out to get hit with the flame
So, I'm 5'6, make a f*ck nigga cry for his mom, I pull up and shoot like Dame
'Member them days it was me and Lil Dre, walking down the street, tryna hit a stain

I got a message for all you niggas that's doing this shit just to be in the game
You not a robber, you not a killer, you not a stepper, you don't got a bag, nigga, you is a flexer
We got some bullets for wanna be rich, gang, gang
We got some bullets for dumbass niggas that wanna be creed

I text a ho, she said that she just got the drop, this dumbass nigga wear his heart on the sleeve
Throw on the ski, then tie up the hoodie, I'm thuggin', even though that I can't breathe
We get the drop, we gon' spend broad day, like, what you gon' do when we hop out on feet, on gang
Aye, niggas really ain't been in this shit for real

Aye, we really spinnin' that broad day, real head hunters mane
Ayy, let's go Aye, aye, wish a f*ck nigga would, on God

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