At It Again (feat. LilTee)

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Yeah, yeah, know this shit deeper than rap, yeah
I got the glock in my lap, they wanna get me
They know what I'm bout if he dissin' the gang
He get, hit get him out, yeah
He get, hit get him out when he sparing on kids or nothing
Yeah, know that I'm spinnin' for some
Hit the boy quick, know my glock got a button
Nigga, glock got a button, he got here with a switch
Die for the gang, fo' i die bout a bitch
Who on the smoke, we gon' pop out the blitz
Opp lil' ho, she gon' bounce on the deck
Opp lil' ho, got the ho doin' tricks
Look at her stupid, she ask for a kiss
Stop by the playing, you gon' die by the diss
Hit anybody, I don't ever miss
Hit anybody, as long as you with him
That nigga pull up, then you know we gon' get him
Shooters gon' get him, I don't gotta send him
Bad lil' ho, she gon' eat it for dinner
Me and lil' T droppin' hot shit again
Know you gon' die if you playin' my twin
Slide with a Glock, no, I don't need a friend
Thirty k hit, no, I used to be ten
Caught me a hat, then I did it again
Don't really rap I'm the one who gon' spin
Fresh out the store, I ain't fuckin' with Shein
I ain't fuckin' with Shein
Man, I ain't fuckin' with Shem
Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Bump up, bump down like Fowl
Pop out the blue, everybody like, wow
Do what I want, just switch up my style
When I walk in the room, I'ma turn up the crowd
Twelve get behind my high speed I'm out
On the block everyday from north to the south
Niggas, niggas, snatching this chain, it must be all them drugs
Know he gon' get exed out
Yup he know he gon' die
Go check the score, three or no, no lies
Say you wanna smoke, bump down that fire
Everybody with me, gon' put somethin' in the sky
Red got the drop, so I told him, let's slide
We spin on they block wasn't nobody outside
Be cool, I'ma put the car up in park
Hop out leave nobody alive
I said, let me switch up my flow
They say, lil' T, bro, you ticking, you destined to blow
Know i hop out with that pole, try get away from me
Uh uh them switches hit his frow
Me and Red we at it again that's my evil twin, know we next up to blow
Try to snap this chain to my neck
You gon' lose your life im just letting you know
Hop out, I'm drippin' in fashion
You reach for this neck bullets get to blasting
Catch a opp lacking hop out let him have it
We up on the score, I ain't doin' no bragging
She asked me how I'm doin' fantastic, I came from the bottom
Sleepin' on a mattress, he gon' crash out about the junt
If he come to me tough ima give him some static
I'ma give him some static
Yup, niggas know what's goin' on, nigga
Free them members, long live them steppers
Yup, we gon' step forever, nigga
Yeah
I stamp that
Free them guys
Tee

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