On This Side

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Talkin' bout I get up on em, walk em down, I catch em on this side
Bet not catch you on this side, haha
(Skeeo, you're crazy)
I'm talkin' get up on him, walk him down, we catch him on his side
And every nigga with me on that shit, these f*ck niggas, can't hide
Talk through the net like he want beef with me, I bet he ain't gon' slide
Pull out that pistol, blow like whistles, bet his pussy ass won't survive
On my hip, it be two .9s, bitches lyin' and they slime
Got your bitch all on my line, she said "that young nigga too fly"
Smoke yo mans and we get high, smoke yo mans he in the sky
I tell em, cross that line, we cross em out
They set em up, we knock em down
We get the drop, we stalkin' out
Creepin' through their block, all through the night until the sun come out
Come around, nightfall again, we bustin' until the lights go out
Strapped in the backseat with a hundred rounds
I know them niggas be like, "Murph, the f*ck you talkin' bout?"
I'm talkin' bout that fully automatic .556 with them attachments
Roll up on ya, get to blastin, ain't no crashin', bitch
Nigga know I stay with cash up in my pocket
Other side, it be a rocket
Incase nigga wanna try like I won't pop it, bitch
Yeah, we checkin' opps up off the list
Bitch, you best stay out the mix
He don't want no problem with the clique, we'll probably rob you with your bitch
Oh, that nigga think he bout that? Bitch come around this way and try a wish
Nigga always think we playin'
Till that thirty hit his neck like, what you sayin', hoe?
I'm talkin' get up on him, walk him down, we catch him on his side
And every nigga with me on that shit, these f*ck niggas, can't hide
Talk through the net like he want beef with me, I bet he ain't gon' slide
Pull out that pistol, blow like whistles, bet his pussy ass won't survive
On my hip, it be two .9s, bitches lyin' and they slime
Got your bitch all on my line, she said "that young nigga too fly"
Smoke yo mans and we get high, smoke yo mans he in the sky
I tell em, cross that line, we cross em out
They set em up, we knock em down
Nigga, cross that line, get whacked
Ain't tryna beef about no hoe, I don't wanna talk out, nothin' but racks
He steady, it's showin' out for the net, lil' boy, you better watch your back
You know my youngins runnin' around the hood, they ready for that smackdown
Better get low, you hear that mac sound
Nigga talkin' like you bout it, what you on?
Bet he don't wanna see me walkin' down and hit em with that chrome
Better not stay outside too long, might not make it home
Know all them gunners waitin' to blitz, and run down, bust a nigga dome
Just got some new shit on my hip, don't do no fightin' now
That lil' boy been tryna get me turned up, tell that nigga pipe down
F*ck it, we on all that shit, we droppin' shit on sight now
Ain't no discussion, we just gon' and set a price
Then let that cutter take your life, get rolled like dice, bitch
I'm talkin' get up on him, walk him down, we catch him on his side
And every nigga with me on that shit, these f*ck niggas, can't hide
Talk through the net like he want beef with me, I bet he ain't gon' slide
Pull out that pistol, blow like whistles, bet his pussy ass won't survive
On my hip, it be two .9s, bitches lyin' and they slime
Got your bitch all on my line, she said "that young nigga too fly"
Smoke yo mans and we get high, smoke yo mans he in the sky
I tell em, cross that line, we cross em out
They set em up, we knock em down
(Skeeo, you're crazy)

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