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Double R shit live a Rockstar Lifestyle
Nigga try me like a dog imma bite down
Don't try to move imma shoot it's a shake down
I took the AR and filled it with K rounds
That one-three not tatted then no you can't hang round
We is not playing no games you get smoked at the playground
I let my gun do the talking that drac hit a nigga and leave him face down
JLow might rob that boy out of his pounds
Suppressor in front of the Glock so you know It don't make no sound
We take yo stripes if you get out of bounds
If I call my demons I promise they coming Right now
Twelve ask me questions I said I don't know
Only thing I know is how to get doe
I keep that nine on my waist like Rondo
Run up on me and I swear imma score
These niggas be lame as a bitch and they broke
I ain't trusting these bitches I pass them to bro
He ain't living like that I been knew he a hoe
When I aim for my target his head in my scope
No alcohol but I go loco, if we all strapped up then we all gone blow
Get your ass clapped up I'm the real diablo
Get your face fucked up when I send them hallows
Come from serving them junkies they play with they nose
Claiming that gang your ass ain't even in boy your ass bold
Pour up a four then I get in that mode
If I pull your card then your ass get exposed
A hundred round drum ion gotta reload
Nigga think he gone step and I bet he get rolled
Double R shit this the life that I chose
I tote that fire in my jacket for when it get cold
Nigga try me and he won't make it home
Nigga try me imma send his ass home
No attempt gang cause we aim for your dome
Yea I get high as f*ck fried, stoned
If we ain't talking money then don't hit my phone
Yea this act in my cup not no Casamigos
I get high as the f*ck and I think I seen ghost
Double R shit live a Rockstar Lifestyle
Nigga try me like a dog imma bite down
Don't try to move imma shoot it's a shake down
I took the AR and filled it with K rounds
That one-three not tatted then no you can't hang round
We is not playing no games you get smoked at the playground
I let my gun do the talking that drac hit a nigga and leave him face down
JLow might rob that boy out of his pounds
Suppressor in front of the Glock so you know It don't make no sound
We take yo stripes if you get out of bounds
If I call my demons I promise they coming right now
Twelve ask me questions I said I don't know
Only thing I know is how to get doe
I keep that nine on my waist like Rondo
Run up on me and I swear imma score
(Run up on me and I swear imma score)
(Run up on me and I swear imma score)
(Run up on me and I swear imma score)

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