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Check out the mothafucka at the waist bumpin' down the
Before I ask the plug, gone front a sack then I'm gone stain some, for real
We love you, Perk

Get a nigga boxed up like FedEx
Say it's smoke nigga, why you ain't said that?
My niggas dropping the bag where ya head at
Woke off the drank and I still ain't land yet

We counting up bodies, we giving out head checks
I don't f*ck with these niggas like redneck's
Nigga act like he hating his life, well we solving the problem, we put him on bed rest

I got a redbone eating me down right now, know I'm all in her brain like a headset
I ain't worried about you covering your chest, this headshot gang, nigga gone need a head vest
I done so much shit in the streets I been wondering, bitch how the f*ck i ain't sped yet?
Nigga thinking that he a little thug, but that little nigga froze up when him and that led met

(Hell yeah)
Im dripping sauce like tartar
Riding with cutters just like I'm a barber
And I could've gave one f*ck about school
But I know the street shit whats making me smarter

I remember times when I wanted to quit
But my slimes went and told me go harder
I jumped up inside of the field, cous said be safe better know how to swim in the water

I was finna tweak onna hoe she was fuckin my nigga, but lil bitch im really unbothered
A young nigga stayed to himself, stacking his bread, tryna gone get his money on larger

I beat that lil hoe from the back
I'm pulling her tracks
Now she over here
Calling me father

Onna High speed chase
Nigga catch up
F*ck is you saying?
This trackhawk jeep gettin farther

Lil nigga my slimes can vouch
I was broke as f*ck then i ran my cake up
Bro went on a drill to shoot up in the air
Why you ain't bang nun?

Before I ask the plug, gone front a sack then i'm gone stain some
556 in the drac I feel like dame when I shoot I game some

(Yeah)

RR gang we the littest we step in the bity
These niggas ain't taming nothing
I need to go take me a trip out to Cali
To come back and stuff all the p's in the luggage

Nigga say he a stepper ain't stepping on nothing
Lil nigga ain't hopped out slugging
And I got my slime with me that boy a shotta
Nigga hop out and spray you for nothing

Nigga gotta know mines stay clutching
He say the wrong thing, then we pushing the button
I ain't talking pooh shiesty or nothing
He think this shit cute, well it's finna get ugly

Lil Poopie ain't been on the mic in a minute
He rusty, when I see 12 ima dust em
And I'm in the back of the coop smoking doobies with Russian
F*ck nigga know that's my cousin

(And Hell No)
Trapping ain't dead but if that's the case, our shit still buzzing
(And We Run Down)
Shoot at his head nigga know wassup, better quit fake clutching
(On Gang)
I got loud pack up in the air, know that shit smell musty
(On Gang)
I walk in the party these hoes they stare, you know I'm the topic I love it

Get a nigga boxed up like FedEx
Say it's smoke nigga, why you ain't said that?
My niggas dropping the bag where ya head at
Woke off the drank and I still ain't land yet

We counting up bodies, we giving out head checks
I don't f*ck with these niggas like redneck's
Nigga act like he hating his life, well we solving the problem, we put him on bed rest

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