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Luh Dman, Btl Dee & PlayboyB

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What a bitch, and they got me thinkin' Baby, I've got a problem, I've got a problem

Mmm, how you claimin' that you gang and you ain't shit
Stabbed me in my back you know you fake you called it quits
Me and Dee in the back of the class know we fein fa nic
Dman, Dman, Bitch get off my dick

How you claim you in that gang but You ain't never shot no opp
That Nigga claim he wanna beef but he ain't send me the right drop
Cause I'll make that one call, guaranteed to get you popped
And I'll have some real brain killers, knock em off his Top

Huh blonde ass dreads, I know my shit look like a mop
Bitch, why you take your clothes off? cause I just want the top
You know we hop out in the night, Well damn, Well damn it's shot o'clock
You know I'm BTL for life, and jus for dissin you gettin shot

Aye ridin' down 23, you know how this shit go Heyy ridin' with my 23, you know how this shit go
Ayee Cause we was posted up, thuggin' hard, and rollin' dice, by citgo
I know y'all tired of me and auto-tune, but I can't get this shit go

I'm tryna get my shit together, cant be worried bout no hoe
All the ones I had in the past, I had to learn to let it go
And see if you want beef with me, you better come with the smoke
Cause I'll have real GD members knockin' at your door

Got me thinking, baby
I've got a problem, I've got a problem
Knock Knock who's there, BTL, they out there
Knock Knock who's there, BTL, they out there

They be like, knock, knock, who's there? BTL, they out there
They might just slide up on your block in the daylight because they don't care
You play with D-Man, he gon' push you back, we ain't talkin' bout no cutting hair
And li Brandon,  gon' take your chain like Debo, y'all niggas really scared

I'm like, what you tryna do? You tryna fight, you tryna shoot
We slimin' shit, y'all keep it cute, and when we come, y'all niggas on mute
Dis ARP, it get to dumping, we might just carve you like a pumpkin
F*ck her twice, she get to running, you play with gang, and then we dump it

Why you niggas talkin' all that hot shit
You claimin' you a gangster, then just tell me what that's bout, bitch
The ARP gon' hit you from both ways, you gon' see the same shit
I'm slimin' niggas all through the night, I'm like Bruce Wayne, bitch

If a nigga wanna play, I might just drop him
I got the Glock on the right, and on the side, I got the choppa
Tell them niggas come spin, cause I really wanna pop him
BTL, this shit for life, nigga, we never plan on stoppin

What a bitch, lately got me thinking lately
I've got a problem, I've got a problem
How we gonna solve this
Tell me how we gon' solve this

Problems in the closet
No safety in the closet
Aye, Aye
Abracadabra
Hit him wit this stabber

I Told him move from out the way for they get hit it's finna splatter
I Think it's magic how I clap her
She show me signs, I had to back up
They only talkin', man, they capped up

Like Ja Morant in the club strapped up
Glrrr Mmmhmm
Cause if they shoot we shoot, we shootin' too
And I don't want that bitch, she be ran through
Know he get the cookin', shit just like some stew

Jump on shit like kangaroo, just like a football, he got threw
Yea

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