Election Day, Pt. 2 (Story Over) (feat. BMG Jrako)

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The Rich Way
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Reno
Tell them dig brody the nem up with his bum ass
They know we gon' empty them clips to my gun jam
I go by Lil' Walka but still tryna run down
We spend back to back tit for tat like a gun hound

He say he want smoke I got fifty times three rounds
Big seven six two that'll blow the whole three down
My niggas on go they gon' suit up at sundown
Take over your block we evicting the compound

These niggas ain't with it they cappin for insta
and twitter whenever I catch them they swisher don't go back and forth with them niggas we stay in them trenches post up in the middle of Jenkins

We thuggin' like Morty and Rick got my foot on the gas double back we gon' leave niggas traumatized
We out the bushes in camouflage
If we in your block with my mama it's gon' be a homicide

Boy I'm hotter than lava
Don't play with my nose boy I play with these choppers
When you having motions you're supposed to be poppin
And the shit that we doing you niggas ain't stoppin

That broke nigga shit know I really don't like it
We locked up the gang that's in rikers
We fuckin' they bitches that's why they don't like us
She told me keep breakin' these beats cause she like it

goin' out sad that's some shit that I can't do
Keep thanking the lord everyday cause I ain't you
She said that I'm toxic I hate you
If he said I was broke then it ain't true

Put your ass in the wood we'll face you
All that hatin' that shit know it ain't cool
Yeah you got you a bag but it ain't blue
I can show you what that paper do

Tell them dig brody the nem up with his bum ass
They know we gon' empty them clips to my gun jam
I go by Lil' Walka but still tryna run down
We spend back to back tit for tat like a gun hound

He say he want smoke I got fifty times three rounds
Big seven six two that'll blow the whole three down
My niggas on go they gon' suit up at sundown
Take over your block we evicting the compound

These niggas ain't with it they cappin for insta
and twitter whenever I catch them they swisher don't go back and forth with them niggas we stay in them trenches post up in the middle of Jenkins

We thuggin' like Morty and Rick got my foot on the gas double back we gon' leave niggas traumatized
We out the bushes in camouflage
If we in your block with my mama it's gon' be a homicide

I ain't fuckin' with niggas I'm keepin' my distance
I ain't lovin' these bitches my heart in the trenches
I got seven hundred bullets for all of you bitches
Drop a bag on your head know my pockets ridiculous

We ain't doin' no rap cap nigga we drilling
Don't come back to the block till that thirty clip empty
We got binary triggers on all of these glitzys
If I catch me a three he get hit with that semi

If you catch him in jail poke him up till he drop dead
Niggas pissin' me off put a band on the opp head
Catch a hoe dozing off he get left with a hot bed
Niggas want to be killers same reason lil' top dead

Heard your partner informin' ain't that what the cop said
Leave him sprung in the lake now he swim with the rock heads
Heard your partner informin' ain't that what the cop said
Leave him sprung in the lake now he swim with the rock heads

ARP two two three I'ma need a shell catcher
Three o eight thirty clip I'ma need a supressor
Fifty shots ain't enough I'ma need a lil' extra
All the opps gotta go all they ass gotta cast em'

This is G twenty-three we on f*ck with Berettas
Lil' bitch think I'ma stain try ya luck I'ma stretch ya
In this wood it's Lil' P smokin' nothin' but pressure
Niggas playin' both sides I can't wait till I catch him

Tell them dig brody the nem up with his bum ass
They know we gon' empty them clips to my gun jam
I go by Lil' Walka but still tryna run down
We spend back to back tit for tat like a gun hound

He say he want smoke I got fifty times three rounds
Big seven six two that'll blow the whole three down
My niggas on go they gon' suit up at sundown
Take over your block we evicting the compound

These niggas ain't with it they cappin for insta
and twitter whenever I catch them they swisher don't go back and forth with them niggas we stay in them trenches post up in the middle of Jenkins

We thuggin' like Morty and Rick got my foot on the gas double back we gon' leave niggas traumatized
We out the bushes in camouflage
If we in your block with my mama it's gon' be a homicide

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