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I'm on my way to the bank, after that I'ma hit up the store and then cop me some Louis, don't f*ck with Dior
And yall lil niggas messy, your bitch is a whore
And my twin said he hit her, then she hit the door
Nigga talk like he tough, we make him hit the floor
Want to smoke? We got gas and vapes and more
Bet you never been hit with a drac before
Hit that f*ck nigga dead in his core
Nigga try, he get sent to the morgue
Let a nigga know that he not with that
Catch a opp on the live, I'ma clip that
Get a drop and I'm pushing his shit back
Slide with a three-piece, came with a big mac
Feel like a vet in this bitch, I'ma hop in the front seat, tell that lil' nigga to sit back
Broke nigga talking that shit, with his bitch ass
Call up the play, my clique gon' blitz him
I want this drop, I don't wanna diss him
Buss at his top, bet I won't miss him
Lil' nigga broke, that clout won't fix him
F*ck nigga hate when he see that bag on me Got racks on me, got stacks on me
Pull up to the trap with the packs on me
Gon' get caught slippin', tryna backdoor me
This shit real rap, no cap on me
Heard ya hoe said she want my whole team
Hop out with the Glock, get fried, no grease
On a opp, I'ma plot, know six gon' scheme
On the mic, I spit hot shit, hoe
Said they gon' try who? Not six, hoe
Spin the block with a choppa out, get low
Come through, sprayin', I'll bust out the window
Think I'm playin', I'll up it for shit sure
Real run down, might pull a kick door
Watch what you sayin', know I'll get you spin'd, hoe
Put a bag in your head, send a hit, hoe
Said he get spin'd, he get spin'd like a disco
He wanna fight, I ain't usin' no fist, though
Forties and nines, got em tucked by my hip
hoe
Forties and nines, like I'm from San Francisco
Nigga be broke, on the net he look rich, though
If I go broke, then I might hit a lick, hoe
I'm in the stu' and I'm cookin' that shit, hoe
Whippin' the coupe and I'm breakin' my wrist, hoe
Yeah, we coolin', fresh like mints hoe
Think he cool about makin' a diss song
Hittas gon' dump shit, makin' him get low
Beam with a scope, make sure he don't miss, hoe
Hittas gon' dump shit, makin' him get low
Glock with a beam and a scope don't miss, hoe, yeah
Get popped like bean, no pinto
Yeah, up in the stu' with a thick hoe
Ha-ha
Six, gang
I'm on my way to the bank, after that I'ma hit up the store and then cop me some Louis, don't f*ck with Dior
And yall lil niggas messy, your bitch is a whore
And my twin said he hit her, then she hit the door
Nigga talk like he tough, we make him hit the floor
Want to smoke? We got gas and vapes and more
Bet you never been hit with a drac before
Hit that f*ck nigga dead in his core

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