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drippin
I’m drippin

(VERSE)
Two songs in the same summer
Killing the game like Jeffrey Dahmer
Go dumb but I go dumber
Like a hot winter and and a cold

make mistakes
I'm alone, been all in my thoughts, can't even front, I can't shake this shit off

My gun goes go and give me a call, only time that they

in traffic
Slap him in his head- (song switch)
Yeah, sorry to my mum
Live by the gun, I ain't putting mine down
Yeah hating niggas everywhere
They

kinda but as a rhymah,
He still get outshined by an old-school new timah
Gained a bit of weight, ate up the beat from China
A song of like a hundred lines

Hand on my heart while i'm drivin the boat
Steering the sheep while i'm guided by G.O.A.Ts 
Nas gave me the power with what he had written
4th song down,

catching new cases on a woo
I mix the commissary with the lunch meal
I did a thousand push-ups with my bunkie
He said he'll do a nigga if you bought me

on me, new rock on me
Maybach beige and Nikehead
Tracksuit got special powers, these guns carry dollars
Mutilating chumps by the lump sum
Jump if you

fascinated by the game
I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices
For my video games
Mortal Kombat time for no contract
Back to the Future no one told

I created the wave so you know they gone hate
Big guns put them shits to yo face
Bad bitch tryna see where she stay
She a bad bitch so you know her

a gun (Bring it)
Now we slow mode like the mix til I'm done (Zacy)
I ain't the son had em blocked like UV
Holy hound, hold me down now like juve do
Goofy

keeping, guns, drugs, everything to commit
A crime and then harm people and then cheers it, make videos promoting the killshit
Tell the truth I've been

Drop moon boy like what now
Put the gun up right then u getting gun downed
Choppa American u getting trumped now
Mix the x and lean in my cup now
Black

of the Song
1 Mill by 1.cuz, Gidde & Asme
Make a dessert, I'm making a
We are living the life you want
In front of the start of my hits
You'll wish you

(It's thirty nine bitch)
Big boy talk, the fuck is you talm bout
I talk shit but i don't spit the gum out
I ain't no shooter, I don't pull the gun

got designer brands on my clothing
I mix the Ricky up with Balenci Think my Tommy Gun made by Disney
Cause the drum on it look like Mickey
Won't rock

got my gun, nigga
And if you heard that "click clack"
You better run, nigga
Yes I'm back
Yeah I'm back, speaking all facts
Every time I hear y'all lil

Hum and sigh
Suck my dick
Numb inside
Fumbled by the other side
Pull the knife from under my
Jumper, strike, I’m unafraid
With gun at side, I’m

Māori till I die by the blade 

Live by the gun gotta shoot for the stars 
Need me Audemar , like I am from Crenshaw 
Put me on world star 
Hoodrich

Crusin’ with a Luxman
Yea
I can do this by myself who said I need you
Racks piling who said that I need you
Plug jumpin trying to see where it lead

inside I'm feeling numb
I really do repent for living life by the gun
Giving thanks because you sent your only begotten son
To pay for the all the sins

Got it by myself, I be thuggin on my own
I can't tell 'em how I feel I put my feelings in a song
Back when I was broke they wasn't blowing up my

with my lungs 

In my city it get Brazy man they shoot for fun 

That’s just the code u live by the heat u die by the gun

Ken bitch I can be suicidal too 
Like you but I still won’t put lives to an end like you did those were my kids! 
Our mix of DNA! remember back when you

bowl of cereal with some traditional ways
Unhook my dog that got ferocious eyes if you look too long too long
Don't battle what's inside that gun
Oh you