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Lil Rock

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I got that gas on me, burn up, burn up, burn up
I got them choppas on me, run up, run up, run up
No I do not got ID, they know us, know us, know us
That lil' bitch claim she a freak? Come show us, show us, show us
I went from rags to riches
I'm 'bout to spazz on bitches
My choppa blast at snitches
My car too fast for niggas
Lil' bitch don't call on my iPhone
Don't even ask for digits
I'm sipping lean till my eyes low
I'm making bad decisions

And you know I'm bringing the heat
And my lil' bitch she on fleek
I can get a new bitch every week
I can put a lil' bitch in a Jeep
Wake up, get money, go back to sleep
You know I got that shit on repeat
You ain't running a check, take a seat
I be serving that shit make em tweak
I'm sipping that lean I'm an addict
This weed got me high like an attic
This choppa get right to attackin'
I'm shooting if he want that action
Make yo' ass disappear like it's magic
Make that work disappear bitch I'm trappin'
Please quit fucking with me I'm a savage
Bitch I spit so much heat I'm a dragon
And that nigga moving too fast
I bet that nigga won't last
I put that semi on blast
That choppa gon' take yo back
I spend money make it right back
You spend money you out of cash
So much paper should own my own class
And yeah yo' lil hoe let me smash
She gave it to me and my dawgs
I really just met the bitch
Lil' nigga I don't wanna talk
If it ain't about checks and shit
And you know I'm all 'bout my dawgs
Might as well be a vet and shit
Lil' nigga don't get involved
I'll put rounds in yo' neck and shit

I got that gas on me, burn up, burn up, burn up
I got them choppas on me, run up, run up, run up
No I do not got ID, they know us, know us, know us
That lil' bitch claim she a freak? Come show us, show us, show us
I went from rags to riches
I'm 'bout to spazz on bitches
My choppa blast at snitches
My car too fast for niggas
Lil' bitch don't call on my iPhone
Don't even ask for digits
I'm sipping lean till my eyes low
I'm making bad decisions

Yeah woah, I'm counting hundreds you just counting tens
You keep talking out yo' neck I'm aiming at yo' chin, woah
I treat these bullets like some messages
Seem like you ain't get the memo so we're pressing send, woah
Shit I get blessings on blessings
Guess I gotta pull out the ruler for niggas that can't learn their lesson
I got a bitch just to give me some top and relieve all my stressing
I get a check and never stop I move right to the next one, woah
Silly nigga get yo' racks up
If you f*ck with us then you gon' need some back up
That's cause we're deep and when we out then we gon act up
And we ain't fighting nigga we gon get you wrapped up, woah
And we gon pull up with a rocket though
Flee the scene, yeah we gon' take off like a comet though
They're sending threats and dropping bombs hope it's atomic though
'Cause you gon' mess around and end up like Osama though, yeah

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