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Mere DT!

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Let's go, HB, huh?
M4
DT
huh, huh? Yeah, nigga
Yeah, they say I wasn't hungry enough
Now a nigga, be eatin' till the stomach is stuffed
Last tape, I ain't run it enough
This my first one back, so I'm runnin' it up
M4, DT, nigga, hop out the trunk
All black, he ain't even see me from the jump
All black, LV, with my bitch, we tough
Pull up GLE, we ain't ridin' hush
Pull up GLE, we skirtin' on some fast shit
Cut through the lane, Kyrie on the Maverick
I'm downtown, and I'm ridin' with a bad bitch I'm the type do it, cause I never had shit
You the type do it, cause you like to brag shit
Got caught at the check out, I pull up and bag shit
You sit at that light, I'ma pull up and blast shit
Got sent to the Kite, he my son, on some dad shit
Yeah, let's go
I'm his father, I call him my son-son
I already told you I'm clutchin' the tommy you f*ck with me, catch a drum gun
Try and run up on 4, he a dumb-dumb
If you runnin' from four, ain't no fun run Dumbass got shot in the tum-tum
Try to tell you that shit was a uh-uh
Try to tell you that shit wasn't a good move
Try to tell you that shit was a bad trick
Niggas know wolves pop out on full moon
But I pop out at night on some bat shit
Arms, legs, limbs, detached shit
He ran from the shot and got hit in his back shit
Ain't never spendin' my paper I stack shit
Ain't never chasin' no bitch, I attract shit
Ain't finna chade no bitch don't even got legs for the shit
Nigga tryna walk outside in the daytime, we caught him at nighttime and hit that's it
I'm tryna bump out the cup with some hot shit, he ain't know that we do shit off the rip
I'm tryna bump out the cup with the beam on, cut on the flash and I'm takin' a flick
Cut on the flash and I'm takin' it, huh
Send him up, thank God he ain't makin' it
Died with his weapon, he thought he was takin' it
First time shit, I was videotapin' it
First time beating some shit, I recorded it
First nigga speak get his body distorted
Never lost track of the money assorted
Up in the nighttime, sleep through the morning
If it's up in the air, you would think I was Jordan
Ain't talkin' money, that shit unimportant
I'm tryna QB, sneak in a foreign
Can't get it here, I'ma get it imported
Bombin' his mans, I be leavin' em mourning
High speed pushin' the gas, I'ma floor it
If he got a wire, we give him a shortage
(HB,HB)

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