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ain't real no mo'
Cause it's some shit in the hood
We wanna kill you fo' loose lips sink ships
Tattle-tellin gets you killed fast
I hope you get knocked

Turn your block more smokey than Jamaican nigga's nights
Are they racist, fam? Tryna be funny? Or tryna relate to man?
Sixty-year-old businessman,

clip
Loose lips sink ships
Give a fuck about a snitch
No shit
Seven sixty
Upper County in this bitch
Bringing out all of the hits
Aye
Im at your chest

go)
I'm rockin' with seven-two, yeah, that's my fuckin' clique (Gang, gang)
Eating shrooms, smokin' zips
She suck me, she don't get shit (She don't get

Kick down the door!
Bust at a piss!
Shoot off his dick!
Smoke up the opp!
Serving the opp!
Serve by the brick!
Glock with a dick!
Know that bih pop!

up, we ghetto n****
Put the trash bag in the sink
Growing up I heard the greats
Which was what inspired me
2008
Lil Wayne was what kept me out

like every other cop
& what's a goat a fr?

Greatest of all time but everyone fall off in a year
& I only see Dark, When I look, in a mirror
Need a bitch

to plot
No loose ends in this bitch, If there's one
I'm just making one call, let my boy tie the knot
I remember last year, shit, it was only L's
But I

round fingers
Cause the potency don't stop
If not then I'm over the sink
Doing a scrubby dubby bop
I think it's that time of ya year
Profit profit won't

that seven Deuce, big brother was in the Buick
Yo ass in trouble, swear to God 50 shooters
Ridin' to that hot boy, I'm a muthafuckin' hot boy
Lil nigga

think
RIP to Lil Peep, I might dye might hair pink
Twenty One Pilots, I'll drown in the sink
I got ice on my wrist like I'm running a rink
Barely skate by

bitch bad-er
Park hitting balls like "Hey, batter-batter"
I mean I'm styling on them basically
It's on the house, it's all my treat
You got it down, eat,

through the drain
But shawty still trippin' bout shit in the sink
I'mma win by myself I'm alone in the rank
The flow's up, let me switch it again
With

I still remember the feeling of jacobs fist against hit My head In 7th grade and got no interest in repayin

Told my mothers boyfriend he had

It's cause most niggas be seven days, weak as shit
Oh yeah, turn me up in the headphones
Oh yeah ya

I'm too gangster, but inside I feel like crying

like we done hit the lotto
Left my ex bitch got a new hoe my new hoe look like mulatto
I'm clutching on my glizzy please don't walk up on this car door

The 12 King Pimp Commandments

Necro

Gory Days

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The 12 king pimp commandments!

Uh
It's pimp gator
Peep the ?

A king pimp's been here for years representin'

had keyed my moms car like 'remember my birthday you bastards'
'94 was the year I turned 7, my mommy ain't give me no presents
Because I was still being

About to grab a bad bitch and her back I blow out
You ain't got no work fuck boy you clocked out

Three hundred sixty five days in a year
Every day I just

a bitch
I don't play,you'll get hit by the ricochet

You'll get hit by the ricochet
You'll get hit by the ricochet

Yeah

cutblack bitch so you know Ima flex
It's cutblack bitch so you know I'm up next
Last year wasn't getting no check
This year put some ice on my neck

Hop in my new whip call it metal sonic
Had to stop by the union make a deposit,
She stay call me lil vert, I said baby stop it
If it's fly niggas

gotta level up around this bitch (turn me up eight)
Level up, yeah, that's what I gotta do
Fuck a seven-up, bitch I'm to the top give me a Mountain Dew

the room bitchin'
Doomed if and you got (ravished) and now my tomb's kickin'
Four score, seven years a ho
Knockin' em down with me, 99 beers to go