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Why the f*ck I keep a 40 I ain't made twenty-two yet
It ain't been one day, I just made two checks
You niggas must be off, I always catch you
Reppin' two sets
My nigga whippin' babies, he gave all the pots loose necks
Bullets flyin', all I'm thinkin' is these niggas gotta die tonight
I got murder as my appetite and we gon eat up homicides when it's crunch time
Blow, blow, blow, blow, I got my own mind
Ayy, I'ma stretch one of these niggas like it's halftime
My niggas throwin' bullets harder than Matt Ryan
Brand new iced out rollie, better f*ck me just like last time
Kill em' broad day, bodies droppin' while the sun shine
Yeah, you bet I never think I need you
I been through some shit', And it get way deeper than needles
We really got them same guns you see up on my YouTube
I ain't lyin', we slidin', we sprayin
Every house up on my block is really vacant
Even though I'm rich as hell, a nigga still
prayin'
Fifteen hundred on some shoes without no laces
Fifteen hundred on some shoes like I'm T-Bo
If I was Russell Westbrook, I ain't goin back to zero
He said that that's his hoe, but she go beast mode for me
If I was that nigga phone screen, he probably still wouldn't touch me
Why the f*ck I keep a 40 I ain't made twenty-two yet
It ain't been one day, I just made two checks
You niggas must be off, I always catch you reppin' two sets
My nigga whippin' babies, he gave all the pots loose necks
Bullets flyin', all I'm thinkin' is these niggas gotta die tonight
I got murder as my appetite, and we gon' eat up homicides when it's crunch time
Blow, blow, blow, blow, I got my own mind
I ain't got no budget, bitch, I'm in my zone
I got a short bitch, she look like Nia Long
Ayy, diamonds come from Johnny, and not ellionti
She said she love me, and I skated like I work at Sonic
Ayy, Rolex don't tick, nigga, I would just bummy as hell
Ojosico, I was catchin' a cell
I do my time, it ain't hard for me to go catch a cell
I damn near went deaf, I'm just happy we here
Clean it up for my plug, it be vacuum sealed
Mama couldn't pay the bills, I was killin' bud light
I'm still riskin' my career when I can live a better life
The truth was always sleep, you was always tellin' lies
It would be a present if they change, I would not be surprised
The H is for the hate, it be right in they eye
And it's crazy, you gotta turn around and tell them goodbye
If love was sold in a store, I still wouldn't buy it, nigga
Why the f*ck I keep a 40 I ain't made twenty-two yet It ain't been one day, I just made two checks
You niggas must be off, I always catch a reppin two sets
My nigga whippin' babies, he gave all the pots loose necks
Bullets flyin', all I'm thinkin' is these niggas gotta die tonight
I got murder as my appetite, and we gon' eat up Homicides when it's crunch time
Blow, blow, blow, blow, I got my own mind

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