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Biggselm

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We was just close, some niggas went ghost I still got love for Derron
I was just looking for Jesus when I lost my brother I found the Quran
Niggas only text when they need you and I see the message I just don't respond
Late night smoke in this doja Hurt my soul knowing that my brother gone (Leek)

Yeah, yeah, why do they think that they tough
I don't be drinking no liquor So she drive the boat with the wock in the
cup He was just flexing the racks on the gram
And now that boy giving him up Chop with a laser, this bitch got a scope

Think im lyin' boy please call my bluff Let the people hear my anger, guess that im
the topic now Hawk shit down, we walk  shit down(clap, clap)
That's that chopper sound Bunch of squares inside your circle, watch
the people thats around Know they tryna take me down

But them boys gon' take some rounds F*ck a hater, stack that paper
Big .45, it got a laser Lil' bruh think he's striking shit
Get that drop, we gotta face him Why you try to steal from me and tell these
hoes you living dangerous

Bitch, you must have heard about Selm I get in that mode, now I'm angry
I don't need no gloves or no mask, cause he's really sweet
Pulled inside his hood, I caught him lackin walking down the street
Hold on, let me slide the V, hop out the whip and drill on feet

I always stand on business, don't know why they tryna beef with me
Get in my way, get stepped on You dissing, you get repped on
Play with doggy, this shit won't end right, I don't give a f*ck, if he dead wrong
Glocks inside this sprayground, we still tryna bring a bag home

Lil' bitch, I had gave, you life that shit you did was dead wrong
Yeah, know we smackin' shit for real
Banana clips up on the stick, slide on the opp and then we peel
Run up a bag just like Tyreek, I hope the money make me heal (Tyreek Hill nigga)

Told the twins, slow down the box, we having switches, zot and scales
Smoke a blunt before the school, I'm like, f*ck, I missed the bell
I was fucked up in my thoughts, hella angry tryna catch a kill
On some presidential shit, hopping out them black trucks for real

Walk around with the broom, I'm tryna clear all the opps outta here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, why do they think that they tough
I don't be drinkin' no liquor, so she drive the boat with the wock in the cup
He was just flexin' them racks on the gram, but now that boy givin' em up

Chop with a laser, this bitch got a scope, think I'm lyin', boy please call my bluff

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