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Yeah you Nigguh know it's yo boy doggystyzyleeee
Aha
But in the streets you can call me lil slop loc
Uh
You know you only get 2 consequences when you

then it's stuck
Then I ain't coppin' pleas
Two knocks in the car
We don't stop for the D's
You can get shot if you plottin' on me
On that block, where we

the hoe real freaky
I got 2 super freaks, want 4 4 a week
I'm on the gass and the perks
Want somethin to eat
But that Maly got her booted
So she can't go

on your bitch I don't text her
Fifty round drum so I'm having extra
Shoot his ass up now his ass on a stretcher
I just bought my shooter two black Berettas

my
Feet carry me wherever the wind may blow
Got a guitar over my shoulder
A pistol in my holster i’m
Just an outlaw running
Running for wanting

that
Spy on your mental
To convince you with a force on the
Illest nigga with a number two pistol
No bragging
Feeling a voice through the absence

college
First fight I said fuck it all
I want is a pistol
I'm on the come up if you run
Up I'll blow like a tissue
Grab my light from the flame
Influenced

a picture
Niggas bitches, like who made you niggas?
Lean in the bottle, I'm a babysitter
Bitch-ass cop, light the pistol
Break the baby picture
Faa-faa-faa,

shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!

he grabbed that pistol by
The handle part of it
And demanded Oxycontin as he
Pointed at the pharmacist
Who quickly obliged
Handed over every pill they

bales, yeah
We ringin' and we coppin' big
Came presi' two times like Obama did
I'd go broke to get Sosa on my mama kids
These niggas always talkin' bricks

I feel like Roddy
Someone grab the shotty, me and skinny
I be riding with that pistol
While I count my money
Stay protected from these pussy niggas

Tripping in Miami
Blowing racks in the Design District
You can keep yo two cent
I'm always with somе dime bitches
Used to watch 'еm ball back when
I was

Can't walk a mile in my Masion Margielas
I got the Benz, peanut butter leather
Space Jam jays, they padded leather
Gun a Beretta, pour a two just to feel

coppin new shit
This my rock rock cook up the pot
Gimme a pistol and pop pop
Dribble finesse on the block
I'm everything that you not ha, Ha
Fly like

breathing like Iu0027m Kirby
By the age of 30 hopefully I donu0027t die from this shit
I just worry who dies from a spliff I donu0027t know
But the liquor

goes
Start a week with two G's
But by Sunday night I'm broke, never mind
Cause I still make more than
You would ever post online
Where you stay sittin'

It's Darky baby blotter Babyy, two Y's
Fleezus Christ dead Dibiase
Deady Guerrero aka I am not the father
Cause she a swallower

You can't stand us

have to feel me
Bucket full of water they tried to tilt me
They shot up my whole party
They tried to kill me pistol by the rib, huh
We was just some

swag, swag)

It be that pretty mothafucka'
Sipping that throwed
Gripping my pistol, my chrome
Hidden to hit you then splitting
Your wig into something
I

(COUPE)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You don't need none
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

I'm back in the 6 on 9 shit
Ride with that pistol on my

a smeared name, I keep it solid, and dodge it if it appear strange/
Fuck a circle, started hangin by my lonely nigga, that's all it took for me to recognize

place in the game

I came to rephrase what rap really is

It ain't drugs or money or actin like kids by talking sum shit

It's really about how you spit

no rest, 
I was broke, called my cousin, he say pull up on me fronted me some dope, 
Hit the streets, 2 cell phones, pistol in my coat, 
But it was