Gucci & Adidas (feat. Spades)

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H Militant

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H nigga
Young Spades on the track man
Dropping bombs like it's gravity
No insanity
Shooting shots I'm the best like I'm blessed
You niggas lookin' slow like you missed a fuckin test
Used to grind for real cuz I was gonna be the best
Now I'm stuntin'
Look at the way that I'm dressed
Used to ball in the uniform ain't talkin bout the crest
You lames unknown, but you just a thots guest
Tryna stack my weight, no weight I'm still pressing
Hoes on my line, they forgot I'm still finessing
Knew it was real since I was a freshmen
Cook it in the pot, I ain't talking bout jasmine
Life is stressing
Ion even know what happened
This ting dissed, expects not to be abandoned
Lil nigga keep ya head up
Don't be saddened
All the gifts you receive, they be rationed
I ain't hatin' lil nigga I been there too
Too broke on my own, ain't know what to do
Sip up the drink cuz it's mixed with mountain dew
Everybody switching stay close to a few
Avoidin' niggas cuz the papers overdue
And niggas fake yet act like they true
Avoiding niggas cuz the papers overdue
Nigga's fake,(H niggaa) yet act like they true
F*ck
(BOP)
The original criminal
Keep it simple, I'm poppin' like a pimple
Sellin' my illegal
Bitches buggin' call em beetle
People thuggin' poke em wit a needle
And it go deep have it lethal
Now they OT
In a hospital, now I'm sipping on my tropical
Military flow on that hoe
Verbally heard of me now they wanna murder me
See me selling trees I can smell that jealously
Sippin' hennessy carelessly
All these enemies, they ain't no friend of me
See the fakes bleed
Speed to the money my mind filled wit greed
All the fake niggas bleed
Eat 'em cuz we needa feed
Set that line clean on the scene
H nigga wit his queen
Purple wit my lean
Herbal loud and green
Herbal loud and green
I'm sick like the flu
And fire like a fever
Glocks loaded wit the crew, these niggas call me evil
These pussies never knew
I ain't stopping wit the reefa
I'm sorry hoe I never meant to hurt you now I'm leaving you
Running circles on these niggas
No go cart
That molly got me up
I ain't feeling no slow part
Been making racks all day with my whole heart
Shootin straight for the bullseye
Ain't talking no darts
Bars be burning you
Like forest fire
Say you got dawgs but we know you're a liar
These thots on my phone cuz my dicks their desire
Fiends on my line cuz they know I got the fire
Smoke loud to my face
Can't get any higher
Too wavy on roads so I hired a driver
Henny in my liver got me feelin' like a survivor
Kill 'em wit the hooks
I ain't talkin bout a fighter

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