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Haters stay mad I'm back
I'm back and I'm better and with a Mac
Got mask on my face, not catching a case
That hoe wanted dick, I give her a taste
Nobody will talk, nobody wants static
In 017, put their bodies in caskets
Don't know what we carrying under our jackets
I'm straight racketeering, no bother, all habit
I'm Upping the scope, sending shots to his noggin
A 12 gauge shawty, the scene will be gnarly
I aim for the body, that corpse will be rotting
My thoughts are too dark for the shit that I'm plotting
It's a drive-by lullaby, bodies slumped underground
What was that talk about, I come in with a hundred rounds
Let's Run thru the 6th with my clique, I pass out the shots everybody get hit
Pass on my opps, they reside at the bottom
I leave u shock, no wonder i shot you
You broke and you musty, your bitch is disgusting
I'm up in her guts, its the knife that i'm thrusting
Troru ja fucking driver?
Vi kommer in me 4 magasiner
Head knocked off, ingen hör hur han skriker
De xxxxxxxx på lall vi fyller rubriker
Headshots are my obsession
Wont survive my last aggression
I'll have his whole block, covered up in chalk
I knew that boy was nothing but talk
Loud on the net now his ass aint talking
One wrong move and your ass get to sparking
No question, i got it, nobody can stop it
Jus like Hammas, i be launching a rocket
A lock in my sock, u ran out of luck
My 15 inch gon split up your top
Haters stay mad I'm back
I'm back and I'm better and with a Mac
Got mask on my face, not catching a case
That hoe wanted dick, I give her a taste
Nobody will talk, nobody wants static
In 017, put their bodies in caskets
Don't know what we carrying under our jackets
I'm straight racketeering, no bother, all habit
I'm Upping the scope, sending shots to his noggin
A 12 gauge shawty, the scene will be gnarly
I aim for the body, that corpse will be rotting
My thoughts are too dark for the shit that I'm plotting
It's a drive-by lullaby, bodies slumped underground
What was that talk about, I come in with a hundred rounds
Let's Run thru the 6th with my clique, I pass out the shots everybody get hit

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