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Lil Bshot

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4 Numbers, 4 Numbers, Bshot***

Bangin' Red Rum til I'm dead and gone
Go and check the score, we winning 95-0
That 4 Number Gang run the city fasho
I'mma ride with my guys if they right or they wrong
I'm going big on big
I got some dawgs that want me to win
Big Foo drop the bag on his head, get him hit
And them youngins don't play, they on all of the fuckery
Youngest in charge, man, these niggas can't f*ck with me
We having sticks with the drum and the beams
My shooter like Curry, he shoot for the 3
Even though I don't need no assist, I can do it myself
Been having stripes, might as well be the ref
And I know they been waiting on me to fall off
Just tell em keep holding they breath
And I keep me a blicky, don't think about robbing me

Feel like I deserve it, I came up from poverty
Doing way better, my Mama them proud of me
I promise to shit on them niggas who doubted me
F*ck em I'm balling, they sitting on the bench
I mind my business and stay out the mix
I pray to IFA every chance that I get
Snake in my face, I'm Slime as it gets
We wiping his nose, you know how that go
I put a price on this shit and it's sold
Standing on business, I can't never fold
First nigga play he gon die
.223's send that boy to the sky
Throwing up 4's but, you know that I'm bangin' the 5
If yo gun don't hold 30 can't hop in this ride
If he hesitating he ain't gon slide
Hell nawl

Bangin' Red Rum til I'm dead and gone
Go and check the score, we winning 95-0
That 4 Number Gang run the city fasho
I'mma ride with my guys if they right or they wrong
I'm going big on big
I got some dawgs that want me to win
Big Foo drop the bag on his head, get him hit
And them youngins don't play, they on all of the fuckery
Youngest in charge, man, these niggas can't f*ck with me
We having sticks with the drum and the beams
My shooter like Curry, he shoot for the 3
Even though I don't need no assist, I can do it myself
Been having stripes, might as well be the ref
And I know they been waiting on me to fall off
Just tell em keep holding they breath
And I keep me a blicky, don't think about robbing me

I'm going straight to the top like a rocket
I know they hating, they mad they can't stop it
Put this shit on, I don't need a stylist
Bitch, I'm the plug, I don't need a socket
Put my name in a song and get put on a shirt
Every beat I get I put in a hearse
And I'm still doing features, come get you a verse
They think I'm a star but, I'll let this bih burst
Triple cross a nigga right by the church
Heard he went broke, he had fumbled the sack
I run through the money, get it right back
I ain't police, I ain't cuffing no gnat
He say he want smoke and get turned to a pack
He tried to run and got shot in his back
I keep me 2 Gunz, I can't never lack
I keep me 2 Gunz, I can't never lack

Bangin' Red Rum til I'm dead and gone
Go and check the score, we winning 95-0
That 4 Number Gang run the city fasho
I'mma ride with my guys if they right or they wrong
I'm going big on big
I got some dawgs that want me to win
Big Foo drop the bag on his head, get him hit
And them youngins don't play, they on all of the fuckery
Youngest in charge, man, these niggas can't f*ck with me
We having sticks with the drum and the beams
My shooter like Curry, he shoot for the 3
Even though I don't need no assist, I can do it myself
Been having stripes, might as well be the ref
And I know they been waiting on me to fall off
Just tell em keep holding they breath
And I keep me a blicky, don't think about robbing me

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