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Sikrad

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Don't forget that we bout it
Nigga play he get bust I remember them days in the hood
Got to take a bus nigga playing with us better keep a gun
F*ck it bro we gonna spin we gonna do it for Mawi
Free my nigga yeah I know you gonna blow
Never gonna beef bout a ho
See my vision I know we gonna blow
She wan f*ck wan take it slow
Come on bro lets walk bout bro
Never on us fasho
Gats on us when we walk in the show
GMG we the bros, one day we gonna be in the hill
On the drill you might get killed
Niggas be fake for real
Look
Pop his car and we chase him(boom boom boom)
Make sure he gone
What I roll up strong
I say what I want I do what I want
F*ck that go get your gun
Bullet shot and it punch
We gonna bag 'em in Runts
Yeah nigga I'm litty
We gonna keep on spinning or we gonna creep
Matter fact we gonna get him on feet
Yeah nigga it's no fear in me
Man this Glock a mini me
Ain't no safety on me
Why these niggas still hating on me
I don't know why they hating on me
I ain't tripping Ima catch 'em
I ain't tripping Ima wet 'em
Run up this check I got to
This shit we smoke exotic
No light come from the darkest I go and love the hardest
Resurrect my brother Darkis, ain't dead but that boy heartless
On the air saying "F*ck his charges" you know we live in darkness
Stay low got to keep my eyes pealed
Circled like an orange
We live and love and die here sometime can't afford it
I still dream with some nice chair sitting inside my foreign
Be living proof the shit could happen just got to stay on course
They never learn
Dropkick her favorite word
I can't remember her
Slow down then go reverse
Say bitch I'm smoking Runts
Low key I'm dope as f*ck
I just be loaded up
Iced out like frozen cups
Ain't sipping lemonade
I'm simply getting paid
Them digits in the bank
Been trying to get away
I'm fucking focused on motion let's make a ten today
That's money minute made
There go your lemonade
Stay low got to keep my eyes pealed
Circled like an orange
We live and love and die here sometime can't afford it
I still dream with some nice chair sitting inside my foreign
Be living proof the shit could happen just got to stay on course
I drop and I kick
You not with the shit
Get popped with the blick
Come pick your mans up
I hopped in this bitch
What's popping?
I'm lit
I'm piling up the money put it in my pants uh
Damn I can't stand none of these niggas
I feel like the man how I'm stunting on you niggas
I could pop a xan but I'm funny off the jigga
Pull up do my dance smoke a blunt and now I'm litty
I come to your city
Hop out with that blicky
Most you niggas funny ain't no money fucking with you
Pop out like a dummy but no dummy gonna wan hit me
Hop out spinning with that drum you see a gun best get to dipping
I be talking chicken
I can reminisce cause if I think about those times then here comes all my bad decisions
Never stress about no bitch cause with a bitch you gonna be tripping
Give a bitch a thousand dollars and tell her problems don't come with me

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