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Was new to this shit, now nigga is a pro
I feel graduated to caps and golds
Never been bitches for some gold
The racks in my ears for the flex of the hoes
Don't reach out for nun you get hit
Tryna reach out, don't care where
We at, if it's up, it's a stake out
Moving around we don't post at the trap stop
Up at the mall with the bitch and racks out
Don't get out of line cuz we fixing that
That talking to much we get rid of that
Spent time to time but we double back
Ain't stopping right now Till we get him Wacked
Heard that boy wanted wit ill we hop on that street
And we let them boys speak
Yeah!
Walk on that boy Down, We get closer on feet
I'm living this life ain't no cap in my speech
My teeth Hit 50 in less than a week
The shit that I'm smoking I could get as you need
They get outa line They ain't dropping No Beef
It's up to the sky where your dead nigga be
You running up so I'm charging a fee
You Niggas ain't gangster's as far as a tweet
I know y'all some bitches Dont be on that street
I got a white bitch she get down in her jeep
I had a lil gun So I doubled in size
Y'all talk on the gram talking about it's on sight
Been whole year I'm still living my life
You Niggas some bitches
You Niggas some Dykes
Y'all niggas want smoke but I got some pride
Don't come at me Nigga ain't doing no fightes
Look at the gear I'm to clear for a fights
But look at the glizzy it might get you right
When I was just thirteen I got kicked out of school
Felt like lived my whole life in these blues
Don't know what to do you ain't been in my shoes
But now that I'm out got the jays and trues
P.O on my dick said my ass out of state
But I'm still trapping out
Tryna dub me a jake
Designer clothes, Eating shrimp with the steak
December 11th
They act like they know me they stay on my dick
Since I was a lil toddler I been on my shit
Trapalot You my nigga Let's get a lil pic
You just my dog I could teach you a trick
I'm good at the shootout's I feel like I'm wick
Clean out the bullets I can't leave no prints
These 762's, They ain't leaving no dent
My pockets got money, Yo shit fill with lint
All my shit is unique, You could get you a taste
Smoke me 3gram wood out the face, 572
I could throw what I claim, Wipe that boy down
I got beef for the rain
F*ck Do I look like this guy ain't no stain
Up at his top I'ma blow out his brain
This ain't no no pack and a game Nigga Got
Slumpted tryna make him a name

Was new to this shit, Now Nigga a pro
I feel graduated to caps and golds
Never been bitches for some gold
The racks in my ears for the flex of the hoes
Don't reach out for nun You ain't tryna reach out
(No-yah)
(No-Yah)

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