On God
Big Yavo
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Lets go (Im the hardest young nigga) My whole team gunna ride (This just how I feel) aye, on god (Nd' all you wanna get offended, Lets go) This ain't no cap, ain't no facade F*ck the meet in the crib Never said I was the hardest Stop comparin' me to rap niggas Bitch imma artist Know some niggas in the feds Can't even finish what they started Keep my mop like uh janitor The shit like the target By my fam life, feuds step good, still harden Havin' and Drank like dodge, imma target Havin' birds got fell, cuz I fly, im the And if she don't ask for shit imma on gang Bitches on my dick back then I ain't write back Bitch im the shit, where the wipes at, aye They ain't about the shit that they talk They just type that Caught uh opp, slapped his hat He ain't fight back, aye Sipped a good drank, big cup shit, gon' lean Stay with my stick, never lonely, aye I catch a opp Touch him up like uh phone screen I f*ck yo bitch with my homies, gang Ain't you on average shit? Take home a shopping spree, ion Play game, no Monopoly, aye Young black kid, but I still sell white shit Ride with my dog like Mic Vick, aye Aye I ride with my Glock like my license I get the pack, beat it up, Mike Tyson, aye Im the One, number two like Lonzo I keep a 9 like race round Rondo They can't be around gun, they felonies They got a thick white bitch named Melony Nd' her daddy the plug, nd' he mailin' it I'm with the bro on the grounds Im sellin' it I ain't got no opps, they irrelevent Aye if I do they dead, im in She give me good brain, bitch she intelligent Too much bread brain, too much jealousy aye Too much bread brain, too much hatred Nd' her homeland wood like the Patriots Throwin' bullets Bet they die like the Matrix More bullets, more guns, like trace it, aye Im in the alley Catch a play like my first name Great theres a opp, nd' he dead, wasted (Gang) Aye, walk on my sprinter, bitch look like uh Gun stoke, chopper keep shit ty quon do On gang Ain't you on average shit? Take home a shopping spree, ion Play game, no Monopoly, aye Young black kid, but I still sell white shit Ride with my dog like Mic Vick, aye Aye I ride with my Glock like my license I get the pack, beat it up, Mike Tyson, aye Im the One, number two like Lonzo I keep a 9 like race round Rondo (On gang, I really do this shit, lets go) (Im prolly, in the booth with yo hoe on gang) (Do it, Skirt, skirt)
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