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pack, let's burn up
Brand new kicks, can't scuff 'em
I spent like fifty on drip for the summer
Nah you buggin', we spent like a hundred
AMG, push it,

Wanna see bank, I can wait on the Benzes
Just tryna get all of my dogs out the trenches
I kept this shit solid so why are you trippin
Haters stay mad

know he working whenever he with me
Told him no drinking I told him Nowitzki
Enough in the clip for 'em to put up a 50
How she break her neck but her

give the game my all
Nothin' under a buck fifty
Shout out my nigga P
Been down he stuck wit me
Rollin' with the motion
Like Coach K, no QC
Raw Vision in

my White, boy, be on Telegram, call him Troy Bolten,
M's Coming', I got tunnel vision, Never losing focus,
I can point you to the sunshine, Longmoney,

50 clips, 100 round drums, we got all kind of toys
Raised up in that Grove, I'm originally -
Bitch niggas, fuck niggas, broke hoes, typa people I try

I ain't normal,

My girl say I'm picky,

Who inexorable,

I bet u change for a switchy,

Grant tapped on da drum,

Like who want change for 50,

Pop

Let's Ride

Conejo

Fallen Angel

2001

to take neighborhood
that have been terrorized by members of the Harpys gang

[James Hahn]
This injunction is going to prohibit the Harpys from
operating in

Free them boys
Big Blrrrd

Please don't get me tempted, I'm in Mem' for all my cook supplies
Tens throw off your life, call up my- and get you

his phone ,
You Can tell by the song the type of time I'm on

Verse 2
Run up an get wrong get hit ,
Got me a glizzy equip wit a dick ,
30 round clip

the bass make your body shake 
And put you in a back brace 
Bottles we guzzling taking them by the dozen, 
Lovin' the summertime buzz I'ma keep sculling,

lied, keep pourin' up, hope I ain't fuckin' up my health
Just me and fifty shots, I'll clear this bitch out by myself
Got tired of hitting the road for

not in sight
Dismiss full clips
I hit 'em right between the eyes
Pop out the casket I plague where I be at
50 missed calls you don't know where I be

popped a fanta
Wish a nigga would try me I'ma have to slam him
50 in the clip, turn that nigga to a dancer
I'm trapping, I'm trapping, but y'all niggas

name's ringing bells in the city
Now that they know me, I swear that it's getting litty
I might raise the price on the verse and make it 50
(Uh)
These

the club
Keep a pistol in my lap, because I'm in the funk

Aye, 50 in the clip, you up it fast could leave a n***a shook
I told him not to move, that n***a

snake 'em
50 round big like a stadium
She want to fuck but she stay with him
Reloading that clip and we banging him
Niggas uppin that bitch but not aiming

a vest 
Money on the table thats a bet


I'm throwing 50 shots then I dip 
Niggas wanna do me like Nip 
Got another 30 in the whip 
And another 20 in

(I been doin' it)
Thirty thousand for the Rollie
That's a brick of soft (Brick)
'Nother twenty for the chain so you
Can see it in the dark, boy
(Yеah)

that Beamer swerving lanes
I keep my double cup so muddy
In my blunt I keep propane
You know I roll it by the nugget
Been seeing all type of thangs

to the face 

In a high pursuit chase

5-0 on my fucking ass

Load the clip and then I blast

They ain't taking me alive

Nigga I would rather die

Hop out

1 nigga, 1 choppa, 1 clip, a 100 rounds in dat bitch
Pull up, hop out, pop pop pop pop, let it spit
Jump back in the whip smash off leave the seen

my niggaz I'm bac Ona rap this my last hit 
Gotta re up fill back up the trap I'm on my last zip 

Brickz All White bricks 
All 50 clips make him rap

Keep a .50 clip i'ma shoot just like shotta flow
Kep a glock 19 in my pants that is down below
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That is down below
Get