The Weigh In

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Bo on the block 
What it do 

Opp got a Glock
Nigga betta have 2

Give him one shot
Put his ass on the news 

I’m sending them shots 
F*ck nigga better move.

Im posted on the scene 
X5 or the coupe.

Feeling like pac
Young nigga wit the juice.

Step in the booth
Speak nothing but Truth 

sent the bitch home 
Cause the pussy to lose.

Came in the game
Was the one not 2

Fon the gang
lil nigga
What it do

I’m fucking yo bitch
Ain’t selling shit to you. 

Say he want beef 
send shells 
Give him 2.

Dead opp on the block
I ont know what to do

Gotta close shop now I’m
Up in the Stu 

When da Plug make a drop
Keep my hand on the tool.

Let a nigga plot 
Den yo ass is a fool

Young nigga bo 
lil bitch I’m golden

Pull up on the block
You can smell what I’m holdin

Cartier frames
& My Neck say frozen

Smoking out the pound
While I sell it by the O man

Sold my first pound
To a muhhfuckn old man

You already know 
Had to charge his ass
4 Grand.

Woah 

But I still got em 4 da low.

Can’t believe I started up
From half of a o.

Got Money comin fast
Cause da trap never slow

Pull up get the cash
Den I’m back on da go.

Big frais wit the Mac
get whacked if u owe.

Mind on the money
I’m stackin it slow

Trappin & rappin
That’s all dat I know.

Wrap it & pack it
I’m tracking it home.

Internet gangsta
Stay outta my phone.

Xd or da sig 
Send shots at yo dome.

Stay in yo place. 

Sheets wit the funnel
I face .

Fat but lil bitch
With the face.

I’m tryna nut on
Her face

Tell her ass come get 
a Taste.

Shots of azul
Wit no chase.

Run it up
This is a race.

Hit Mooney
We Beatin the case.

No guns around
I don’t feel safe.

Bought pistols
Then bought my first place.

More pistols I need em today.

Takin yo bitch to da range

Teach da lil bitch how to aim. 

She want a gun like my chain.

Told her ass she gotta train.

Before she touch one of dem things.

My gangsta bitch 

She hang wit gang

Showed her that 
Nigga was lame 

Next day yo bitch 
giving me brain.

Went out 
and bought her a chain

Now she love repping my gang

Now she love claiming the set.

Got yo bitch loving the sex.

Trip out the country what’s next?

Told that bitch don’t call her ex

She said the dick is best.

I told her let’s take a test. 

Woke up the bed was mess.

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Written by: BORIS LLOYD

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