Bine On 'Em
Digga D
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Yo CGM shit, Cherish God More Chef 'Malis Consistency gets money Constantly goin'- Christ guides me Know the fuckin' vibes Conspiracy gang members Point blank, bitch Yo Real shit Look They put a bullet in my headrest, I guess that I'm blessed They think it's guzzle that I'm workin', puttin' powers to test Shit bangs, see the passenger get one in his chest I can't duck because I'm drivin' whilst they're binin', I'm stressed I took a left, the car crashed, but I ain't panic, I'm calm I thought they got me, but they never It's just glass in my arm Yo, who gave them confidence? I hope they know it's on for them Nigga, this the consequence of makin' niggas want revenge Back to back, we're spinnin' opps Them boys ain't know what's happenin' Got a 400K in cash, they said I trap it in Four bruddas in two years, tell me how them boys are managin' Free by the guys in Allen (yo) Got one of them on accident (haha) I been bullying that pussy for a while, that ain't my enemy (no) Can't talk about no violence in the streets They mention Te- (gyal) Niggas tryna test me, hope you're ready for that energy Trollin' with my ex, and now he's stretched in a- I put bine on them so the feds don't want me free (f*ck the jakes) I put bine on them, free the guys in HMP (shoot them niggas up) I put bine on them, now we's in the cemetery (yeah) I put bine on them (yo, shoot niggas up close and personal man, know the fuckin' vibes) My family's playin' dirty games Cool with guys that wanna send me to them pearly gates So if my youngin' shoots my cousin with his .38 (pah) I'm on his side, I'll probably pay him for that certi' aim We're tryna blow out brains Diss on Teerose We been sprayin' up their block, the opps know Could be Rayners, could be Drayton, could be Stoke It could be Hayes, but it certainly ain't Gr- I put bine on them so the feds don't want me free I put bine on them, free the guys in HMP I put bine on them, now we's in the cemetery (shoot them niggas up) I put bine on them (I put , bine on them) Bang, headshot, chest shots Blow out your fuckin' brains on the mains You know the fuckin' vibes CGM, we're takin' lives Stay inside You get me? Fully rackered Yo, they think we're just rappin' But really out here slappin', we ain't cappin' Ask the fuckin' opps Check the internet, man Ask festify Shootin' niggas, I make them testify Bah
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