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Alright, niggas, look here, my nigga, we finna be in and out this bitch, my nigga, upstairs
You can't miss it, my nigga, in and out, nigga, real

and shout
Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, come on, babe, yeah
I think I miss my old phone at times like these
It wouldn't hold a charge,

opportunity
Don't you run
Where is my
Forty acres and mule
K11 is not amused
See my people we been abused
Like in the media and your interviews
Good morning

thriller
The way I let my 40 sing y'all call it Bryson Tiller
I'll Make your Mumma miss you
We wipe you like a tissue
You don't even know me homie you don't

a sack in my sock
Kids used to laugh when I talk
Bitch I just rap like a boss
But now that you off and you gone
Papa just tear out the 40's and stare

(OTM Ruger) Verse 1:They Like Ruger boy you gone end up just like yo daddy but fuck that Im thuggin way harder than my daddy me n savage just like

fucking high
I get fucking high

Fixing to take off are you going to roll
Get to the bag trying to rock out these shows
I learned my lesson I don't miss any

shit, niggas won't do shit, till I grab the .40 niggas acting clueless

Blue hat for the blue rats, down south all you niggas woulda thought I was a good

I walk into the dollar store so I could pick up forty more
Of them Pepsi-Cola products 'cuz you know I ain't a bore
Bring 'em all here to the house

forty-five
Thinking for a second wish I could go back in time

Not cause I regret my choices
Only wanna scream my brain out
You'll hear my thoughts

the clientele
Smokin I'm high as hell
I'm talkin my shit cause I'm on a roll like cottonelle
And I only smoke the best you can tell just by the smell
And All this

committed to the life that i swore
Neck stretched, bless that
I'm on pledge on fraud
Smoking on some green lawn
You know ole boy can't fuck up my fun
Judo

the bitch that you is
Lil' crib that you in
Big shit that you miss
I ain't spitting no diss
I'm just spitting them facts, know these hoes is wack
No clap

trust none
Thuggin' by my lonely, 40
That's my plus one pull up to the club
Don't get checked by security
I get antsy, I pull it out
You get near to me we

I really hate this, what's coming back to bite me is my lateness
My memories curated by my playlist
Intrusive thoughts are ape shit
Arrived too late

the right?

Lies
Never treat me bad and I'm gon' love you right forever
Lie to me baby, I love it, for real
I solve my problems by crackin' a seal
Break

wanna die dawg
If you need smoke, got flock by the O's
KB pop up shop for the clothes
I just wanna show 'em what the Watch City knows
Now they never ask

be blinded by the twilight, analyzing my life
Like how I'm pushing 40 and high school was the highlight
Opportunities are finite, been denied

Come her lil girl, come meet jimmy
She tell me she love me she silly 
Me nd Da Gang boy
We rockin this shit 
My 40 don't miss 
Yeah it's cocky lil bitch

Flanagen
Mi bredren Bosstones dem naw slip dem naw miss
Flanagen im was di Mob guitarist
Nowadays he manage Reggae artist
So when you wan get pin Micky Dread

Jonan, before Jordan, before Pedro en la motora
Before Wilfredo and songs of how I miss you love you brother
Before that
Before knowing if niggas really

This is poverty obviously I got the key
I feel like god is telling me this life is what it's not to be
I miss 40 that's my Woadie no south nigga 
We some

a bitch
I got me a bag now they all wanna diss 

S/O to my city you know that we lit 
Down by that water I'm straight out the bricks 
RIP Camouflage he was

them steppers won't miss you
Shoutout to Dougie, if he play, he gon' hit ya'
Hottest lil youngin, I pop out with missiles
Said that you want it, yo'