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the background
Whole different hat, leave 'em never found
Yeah I'm in love with the gun sound
Pull up on us, serve a whole pound
Putting checks up in the writing

And the thirty make the white boy like ill
These goofy niggas lookin' like a lick
That's a steal
You'll get your ass dropped like
A flat on the wheel
Pull up

down, hold you down
Smack you with that night stick
Night shift, ridin round
See you with ya J's on
You'll get sprayed on over skittles
Word to Trayvon

arguin'
We just ridin' 'round with
Dracs 'cause these
Niggas might know what car we in
What the fuck, Trayle? Why the
Fuck you always calm? Nigga
I'm

Allah, I ain't dead nigga
Hey, heyhey gG on my fucking hit
If I pull it I won't miss
Made a killing selling piss
Nigga I'm the Ghost Of Trish

For my nigga

your hoe up from the crib (I pick)
I pick it like a cotton field (I pick)
I pull up, trying to cop a feel (cop)
No cop, I'm trying to cop a deal (no)
I'm

Them man are driving round bangers
I spent six on my first whip
To beep my horn in traffic
Catch me swerving through Clapton
In my Moncler, eight

30 a fool wit' it
Young QM the truth i pull up with CJ
Just got off the freeway
You know you know me, babe
You know you know me
There's no need to lie

Smokin' gelato and Skittles

Beat a nigga out his pull-outs
Where yo grills at? I'm in the hood, nigga
Where the Thrills at?
I catch me a opp, nigga, I'ma

a fake ass nigga but not my round
He showin', he got pulled over
You just got a ticket, boy, you not with it
That's 1K, I'ma flip it

My young niggas

Ay, I be with my gang, I don't gang bang
Pull up on yo bitch
You can watch my fuckin chain swang
And my niggas crazy
Man I hope they don't take yo

boss moves
Pull up ready to commit drills
Have us lookin for you like waldo
Holla at you wit the saw'd off
Then hall off all black shit
Get whacked shit

her 'round my place
She was like a smiss of the quee
I pay attention, I can pull my receipts

The speakers go bang
(bang bang bang bang) while we up in

Yeah, should I pull down my trousers
And throw up gang signs or
Perform to a crowd that's got
Their hands high? Sure
We're diamonds in the dirt by

You think I'm a player huh?
Of course I'm trying hit it, 
Pull at your job looking like a meal ticket, 
Your man wishing baby
I really live it, 
Money

a weight and couldn't pull it
Whatever you did for the pain could only dull it-
Oh if you could face me to explain to me the bullet
from whom did you try

just like a balloon
I hit from the back, yea I hit that bitch loose
I pull out her tooth like a dentist, y'know it real loose
I'm just like a bus, i'm

always smiling
Take three steps then pull out the shining
Drop man down, done stuff then I'm vibing
You see my name holds weight like Tyson
Swing fist head

can't I feel?
Spinning round to find myself, crowded room with no one else
Either I stand up and fight or I stay down

My Time is now
My Time is now

and thats back to back
Don't peep shit till the aftermath
Yea I pull that shit  we go blast for blast

Hold up
Homie said he sword that he done known us
Hold

travel round city to city, no you can’t @ me
I never sit still no my feet aren’t getting icy 
I’m sitting down Venice Beach sipping with a slight breeze

these
Niggas ain't feeling me

If I'm poppin my shit
Who the fuck tryna
Stop me

I might knock a nigga 
Off pull it and pop em
They eye on my pocket
I see

blue light glow like poltergeist

Empty 40 bottles Round the bed  wasn't his only vice

But some nights sober nights 

Same ole stories Story night 

right stroke
Mr nice stroke

Play my song on the stereo
Round and roun like a mary go

If she tryna 

Hook:
She aint my girl I only see her on the weekend