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Get the drop onna opp and we goin' bananas
Drake hit his head, leave him red like a Fanta
I been droppin' off bags, got three hoes, I'm Santa
Boy, don't play with my bread, I'll kill you on camera
Cant f*ck a broke bitch, boy, I got high standards
You can think you the shit, boy, them killers gon' can you
Ain't shit sweet, bullets eat shit like candy
You can think you gon' creep, bet you won't see your family
I just popped at a opp, boy, don't be next
I'm on yo block, boy, we playin' chess
Got the drop from a bitch we ain't even have sex
Fifteen years old I shot my first tec

All bout them ends, my nigga spin
You try to duck and get hit with like ten
You said it's beef, we send shots in the wind

He got hit and ain't drop, so we spent back again
Clutching two Glocks, two different gens
Run down on your block, get to clappin no hands
He say smoke till he pop like a Xan

Catch a f*ck nigga stealin' and cut off his hand

Get the drop onna opp and we goin' bananas
Drake hit his head, leave him red like a Fanta
I been droppin' off bags, got three hoes, I'm Santa
Boy, don't play with my bread, I'll kill you on camera
Cant f*ck a broke bitch, boy, I got high standards
You can think you the shit, boy, them killers gon' can you
Ain't shit sweet, bullets eat shit like candy
You can think you gon' creep, bet you won't see your family

223 hit, get to bouncin' like rubber
Trap like a jump house, boy, we came up off Bubba
Nigga playin' with my cheese, bet that chop won't stutter

Make a nigga use his feet when I hop out with that cutter
These niggas playin' games, I'ma make they ass suffer
I grew up feelin' pain, but this shit made me tougher
Ain't never goin' broke, I got tired of that struggle

You wanna leave, you can go, just know that it's f*ck you

Get the drop onna opp and we goin' bananas
Drake hit his head, leave him red like a Fanta
I been droppin' off bags, got three hoes, I'm Santa
Boy, don't play with my bread, I'll kill you on camera
Cant f*ck a broke bitch, boy, I got high standards
You can think you the shit, boy, them killers gon' can you
Ain't shit sweet, bullets eat shit like candy

You can think you gon' creep, bet you won't see your family
I just popped at a opp, boy, don't be next
I'm on yo block, boy, we playin' chess
Got the drop from a bitch we ain't even have sex
Fifteen years old I shot my first tec

This bihh smooth than a bitch, but it sound like a bomb
Know I'm gon' step, ain't never been a punk
Know I'm good in that blend, niggas don't wanna punch
Fill up my chop and I'm slidin' by lunch

Leave a nigga slumped, body red like punch
Niggas wanna kick it, better know i don't punt
I'll punch a nigga, ticket , boy, I'm slidin' all month

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