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'em all how to fly, yeah
You niggas square, divide 'em by pi
Yeah, rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (brrah, brrah)
Your lil' homie

neck, lil' baby, throw it
I got this four-five, dirty chop, and I'm gon' blow it
It's Trapalone, we in the club, you best to know it
My right hand, yeah,

in my pockets
I think to my self how the fuck can I lose
Me triss dropping these bangers now they waking up
Man what the fuck is a snooze
Got racks

lil pattern I need reals
You know we don't, we don't, we don't fuck with bihs
Drown my sorrows in my Henny and my bills
I need ice up on my neck cause I

me the drop I'm coming slide
Niggas gangster on the gram but in real life them niggas hiding
And imma get back free lil' tweety if that Glock stay by

Uh, life's a bitch and you know that (ayy)
My lil' bro up the road and he roll that (ayy)
I hit my first lick and bought a throwback (ayy)
I know

My drive was missing
Getting mocked by some kids
Cause my pealing skin
Now them dummies want beg
And be let up in
Better get the stepping
Like you in

Lil shawty annoyed (Shawty annoyed)
She need attention, don't give her none of that 
I'm busy counting these racks
Some of my dogs turned to cats
Some

Head up in the sky got a fly lil baby my bae
Lookin for the next high lil baby all day
That’s my lil baby flyin lil baby dyin lil baby that my ‘uh’

did this shit all by myself
I guess that's how I'm going out 
I get ready for the worst
In case these things go South 
I need a break give me a breather

(Yeah, hmmm)
I told these bitches stop playin' with me
Shorty tryna fuck because my pockets filled with green
Know you hear me, I'ma put on for

need except for fucking time
No way
I could never let it up
Only here for one night
And you know she let me fuck
5-7 in my pocket, so you know I got

lie if you know me
Slick with the rhymes, keep it lowkey
No amazon but I smoke trees
Ain't in my prime but paying no fees
Delivery, Delivery
Fly myself

Oh, you’s a bad one in these streets 
I like cake on my birthday and you gotta fat ass so i needs 
All that bending over you doing i know it’s

It was for me I own
You talkin gankin?
Adios
Partner, sho you wrong
I'm full of alcohol
But tryna make my pockets swole
In fact, I'm slangin, stangin,

hoes will fuck anyone they outta pocket
Aye check my account I'm balling like I'm Stockton
I keep going up and no it ain't no stopping
Yeah
He cross that

like boosie 
We & my ni**as kicking  shit
Get in your house like Bruce lee

Bitch I feel like Gi joe
I just put my dick in that bitch in her dome 
I just

since, I was played by a bitch
Stop calling my phone cuz I'm busier than ever
Temper shorter than my funds being broke is no fun I heard
From an old head

am new to this I tell you man am in for this
In for this just like my family na methodist 
Many times I was broken many times i
Was passed by like ahd

to think i had to chasem but they fallin in my lap
He obsessed

And i dont break a sweat

Fallin in my lap kinda like a little damsel
In destress
Tell me lil

What is your motivation? That will tell you everything you need to know
Welcome back to the party y'all my name is AV, you tuned in to the nasty hour

LiL Boosie
She my buss it baby (She is)
Nigga play with us in public
Ima buss it baby (Pop Pop)
Man these streets so cold
Do ya love me baby
If she

on that bitch 'cause she ran through
We ain't kill your fuckin' gang, yeah, but we plan to
My dick and her pussy go better together than curly heads

I'm doublin' money, give a fuck bout a profit
She thinkin' she slick, tryna get in my pockets
I get to them bands then invest in my closet
Ain't going'