Siete Flow

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Every time I hit the road I stack chicken
He can't come around the gang, he did some bunk up on a mission
They ain't get to wrap presents, cause I'm the grinch that stole Christmas
Racks bussing out my denim, these ten p's, I'm gon' ship em
Expensive drugs I pour it all into my liver
I ain't paying for the pussy, so to the blade I'm gon' send her
She say I'm actin like a aries, of course I'm having no filter
BB Simons with the Christian Louboutins, I'm still sinning
Ain't no smut on four name cause I'm a joint, I can't disguise it
Fat forty poking with a fifty drum, I can't hide this
I got shot but I ain't dead, I'm still shining
I'm a trophy, I don't see no other trophies in my sight bitch
Ocean Prime spent five-hundred on a tab
Nigga we are not the Stincs, on Kop I'm chasing cash
Skip up then skirt off and leave him in a body bag
Lil Webby strippin' shit he see a nigga diamonds dance
Percocet poppin', squids go 'beep beep' when I park it
Push to start don't got to start it, press the gas sound like it farted
Niggas like to act tuff, whip out forty, make em' back up
Wire transfer for this forty racks gon' help me get my sack up
I'm like Bryan Parham up in the field, I'm 'tryna sack something
Steady repping off attempts, knowing you ain't body bagged nothing
I felt the led stop asking questions, why I always keep my damn gun'
Momma only son but it get tricky, watch out for Joshua
Put the barrel right above his nose watch who you talking too
If I see a lunchbox on the east, then I going to spark at dude
Equip the shhh, attach the shell-catcher, I can't leave no clues
Niggas cliquin' up, it got me seeing red, but still touching blues
It fucked me up that day I seen my uncle on the news
A real trench baby, a street nigga, I never pick and choose
I done took a couple L's and made a dub, I never really lose
But when it come to issues, they never press em', they know I keep my tool
I done came a long way from playgrounds and putting holes in my shoes
Double back on blocks and smack my opps, I got revenge to prove
Lackin' at that hotel, a hour later, they was duckin', too
Word around town, I swear to God, they said the 20's shooting
Longlive Webby, it's a movement, swear to keep it movin'
Told her put it right here but I ain't pimpin', I got the bitches choosin'
This crazy bitch just slashed my tires, bought some new ones, then I kept it movin'
It's Roadmoney, and free my twin up out the feds, no, we can't do recruitment

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