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in came tha russian hittas 
Choppin through bodies so you get the picture 

We gone get you it's no issue
100 round drums, bet 80 gone hit you
Sneeze

Yeah
Say man

Eye like a hawk ya done
Shoot up ya block and I go on the run
That's on yo body get me out my body 
Ion leave the house without my gun

drum nigga make a sound
Got this platinum pressure yeah im servin by the pound
Got this 30 shot it go around, I'm cruising all up through the town
Yea im

a Glock ok?  
I'm ready to rock , OK 
Leave a nigga in shock, Ok? Ok


It must be a skunk in my blunt by the way this car shaking I'm thinking some ass in

That EDD shit over now y'all got no stacks
I'm really trynna hit this la bitch from the motherfucking back
Playing traffic by myself in dis 392 Scat

seen her come
And I wouldn't talk around her thought I'd say something dumb like
Where's your day?
How's you from?
Nice hands girl!
Play the drums?
Back

dropping shit this is not a tape
Got drums, drop sticks don’t know how to play
Pussy weak went soft I don’t know how to fake
Rolling, if I slide somebody

A couple dollars get you knocked off
You'll get found in a ditch by yo bruddas
That's what happen you beefin wit cutters
Imma gangster no time for no lovers

a new you
But youll never know so just play by the rules
Okay thats 70 bars and thats right off the top
Im not even tired so why would I stop
Im just in

DAMN
Talking that shit getcha wak wak
We smoking yo potna that good pack
That nigga been dead kuz that nigga ah hashtag
I been in my bag like the cat

that's how I cook
We play it crazy, don't play by the book
It's a damn shame how these lives gettin' took
The shit hit harder than a Mike Tyson hook

Yuh tonight we are young
Yuh tonight we are young
Tonight we are young
Yuh tonight we are young
Finger on the trigger and the
Ar got the drum
Tryna

actions

Writing through the night
And imma hit the booth
At Sun up

Geauxie on they come up
Blow the cannon
Turn the drum up

Barrels burnin
Man the pen

Yo 
Whassup shawty
Ay uh I'm not a rapper I'm ah producer just Nola east with it ya heard me
You know I been really working hard
Putting in overtime

survived some murder beef, ever since then, I play for keeps (keeps)
I'm shootin' everywhere the laser blink (brrr)
Drums on the .223, shuttin' down

Niggas with bad habits that trigger squeeze
Gangsta that play for keeps
All that wolfing on the net got yo pack turn into sheep
Now you counting sheep

even in school wouldn't play no four square
Lil nigga been scarred so much that's why he act like he don't care
Gotta live yo life and grind it out cause

I can’t see no more my eyes are locked on what’s to come
If she say that he’s a friend beat that like a drum 
When he say that he can’t meet call

nice eight ball jean jacket to the last court hearing
I'm ready to change
Add shorty spit in my chicken and rice
I've been fully consumed by hatred,

tell you what my brothers into
I seen just what yo friends do
Not what I'm akined to
Might say what you should do
Then I scoot off in that zoom zoom
Back

they really care

That drako close for my protection 

In case we take it there

200 round drum

Like my shit tryna play the snare

Waste management

When yo bitch play my song in the whip I know you hate it
They treat me like Im famous
And I aint even made it
Pimp shit, running through your bitch,

[Chorus: x2]
I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly but I'm still starve can I eat now, live complete
Now, told by the older god

to the drugs
Not quite Addicted but I can’t enough 


To tell u tha truth 
Had to play dis 
By my own set of rules
Nowadays 
Can’t Tell The Real From The Fu
Say