$100lines (Intro)
Lul Ri
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Nigga said he got that burner I ain't for the gram, lil nigga, yea I'm really serving We shutting the curtains I'm really outside working Nigga I'm serving the birdies The nigga was capping The nigga was acting he really had it Yea, I put the bricks in the attic I put him on T.V. lil nigga, I'm causing the static Yea I'm boutta score on this lil nigga I'm turning 2 into 4, I'm hitting the door lil nigga The choppa going for a cheap shot Hit at his knee, now he on the floor lil nigga I got a hunnid rounds in the drawer It's like a hunnid pounds in the floor I hit Rodeo and bought the whole store Don't walk in the closet unless you want war I'm bout to flush em I put a cake in the oven We already sharp that he bluffing We sending them shots thru the smoke, yea we rushing These niggas be sweeter than blueberry muffins I ain't got to slide lil nigga, I'm sending my cousin I'm feeding the chickens, I cut off his head, now he clucking I'm serving them birdies, them road runners You ain't a goon, you a cold sucka I remember they wasn't fucking with me Now I pull up in a hemi, these niggas be 50 MT4L we be stepping on niggas(Bow Bow) I get it for free I ain't spending a penny Moving that rock in the camp like Demi Wock in the cup, it's a hunnid a line with a zip in the back, shit cost 350 We got a drum and it's holding a hunnid, yea we got plenty Don't hit my phone if you skinny I put Smith to the back of your head like Lenny Send him to heaven like Kenny I can't remember the last my pockets was empty It's five niggas getting hit, we turned em to fours nigga now we counting up twenty It's three niggas in the whip, this FN retarded nigga, yea I'm bout to flip em Slide with a stick, limbo Skilled shooter, I'mma hang out the window Catch up with a opp, that boy better get low We getting up witchu, we keeping it simple We got lead, pencil, I'm getting paid to f*ck up instrumentals Put one in his head now that boy going mental We gone slide in a band, cymbal Ya fava a mice, you Stuart Little Touchdown in Cali and hop out the rental Drill in my hand, I'm working on dental I got a pocket rocket, I'mma send em a missle I got a Malcolm X with a drake in the middle She down to party, she blowing whistles I'm serving Ed, Edd and Eddy, yea I'm making triple That boy ain't make it to the hospital I feel like a teacher Sticks out, send a shot from the bleacher Lil bitch really think that I need her Baby Draco really act like a demon These niggas acting like I won't leave em Four Seater, nigga tipping he a cold heater Niggas purping out for no reason Bitches acting like a cold skeezer I'm bout to flush em I put a cake in the oven We already sharp that he bluffing We sending them shots thru the smoke, yea we rushing These niggas be sweeter than blueberry muffins I ain't got to slide lil nigga, I'm sending my cousin I'm feeding the chickens, I cut off his head, now he clucking I'm serving them birdies, them road runners You ain't a goon, you a cold sucka
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