Just For The Swag

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Better leave that shit alone it ain't no good when you out fucking on them hoes
Gotta youngin on your trail he so stalked out tryna bust your dome
He go hurt everybody, leave red bodies since they won't leave us alone
This shit just sound like lada da when I got murder on my phone

We make lullabies for opps
Written by putting shit in a bag
A put that pistol on a bitch you thought this shit just for the swag
Shit we leave scenes they say don't make no sense no sense to make me mad
Hop out and punish like I owe everybody I brought an extra mag

Mr put shit in a bag, a make them bitches bag him up
It ain't my job to teach him right or wrong that's what his daddy for
The fact that they won't see they dog again know they be mad as f*ck
They like you spinning what if they spin back go bring them static cuhh

Soon as I let them creechins lose shred up his whole fucking car
Known to put shit on a chase cause we got poles in this car
Don't they know nobody safe why he got goes in his car
Pull on side of him then we punish him oh this AR

That bitch life trafficking
Tell that bitch pull up show his face leave like a mannequin
My yungin like to joce that's what he get shouldn't have been panicking
Cause it don't take to much to take it to that level
But scary niggas like to make a whole fucking scene

All that fronting go get your pole , you ain't got your pole , bitch where your pole
Shit I can't wait for you but my niggas they finna bake a cake for you
This one here on us but your insurance go have to pay for you
And your niggas pussy by the way they ain't come spray for you

Moment of silence to note this shit won't change
Got enough of fucking shots for me to roam without that gang
Everybody said Ima looser
But can't tell me why I ain't lost yet
I'ma be so mother fucking big I need a office

Okay yeah I took some losses
Hell yeah maneuvered crosses
They was trying to set me up in hopes that they can come and off me
So I showed up, tore up with my fours up
Yungin let them windows down and creechin put them poles up

He must ain't know we make lullabies for opps
Written by putting shit in a bag
A put that pistol on a bitch you thought this shit just for the swag
Shit we leave scenes they say don't make no sense no sense to make me mad
Hop out and punish like I owe everybody I brought an extra mag

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