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niggas who the one missing 

So why you playing with me
Cuz I ain’t playing with you

So why you playing with me
Cuz I ain’t playing with you

behind
50 rounds right in his chest shooting AK's and choppas 'til nothing is left (Yeah)
They saying you is the best they don't know I can't stop I ain't

behind
50 rounds right in his chest shooting AK's and choppas 'til nothing is left (Yeah)
They saying you is the best they don't know I can't stop I ain't

nigga
But don't get confused, nigga
Still got my tool with me
Played by the rules, I ain't backing down, I don't care who ain't with me
Some of us gon'

knows I get her
Yeah she raised a killer
She raised a real go getter
A long with that she raised my brother and my beautiful sister
None of you can relate

busy in the city
Who really get it popping
Trippin putting 50 in the semi
You was milly rocking
Spinning tinted windows
No description
Got the hemi

Bitch I'm coming back better
Tucking my beretta
And I'm swingin at who ever
Run-in up say goodbye
I'll see you in like never
Rocking out like cleaver

horny
Got fifty five bricks on the road in the morning
Got twenty five sticks on my homies when they boarding
You ain't bouta take shit but some loads

spanish

You broke my heart but it didn't do no damage

I'm pullin the strings like guitar not to mention

I'm leaving scars with guitar like John Lennon

I

on it
Jack niggas when they got a
Couple birds on 'em
Wood grain with the rubber grip
My city kill niggas just for the fuck of it
You know who you fuckin'

trigger lets go
True growth moves slow
Carried by ambition
When the energy was low
Wasn't my decision
To be hit with a blow
Give a shit about an image
Cause

Nah, I'm not going on fifty, let alone sixty
I rather die than be working for pennies
Who am I to be doing this different
I gotta try 'cause I hate how

with 50 go down
Drop the chains down on the ground
But leave the bitches that'll fuck the other men
And leave the children not around
Yeah, took a tone

trippin'[00:13.50]Glocks with extensions[00:14.97]Hit the club and blow your pention[00:15.88]Don't forget to mention[00:17.26]We the motherfuckin' boys, hoe[00:18.99]Hit

I just want a fucking coupe (Oh god)
Top down, no roof (Ooh)
She like boy, who is you (Damn)
Spent like 50 on my pants
Still got bands in my hands

sorta, kinda artists, who ain't even close to my level[01:13.85]Don't ask me why I think I'm special, it's called belief in the devil you fuckin' feel

Double cup empty
Pull out the Bentley
I pray to god that they do not temp me I don't wanna lash out and get me a 50

I had to cut off some people

them bowls
For that extra cheese, I'm tryna wipe ah nigga  nose
You ain't gotta let me in, my nigga's snuck in with that pole

I'm throwin' fours

then get up on the interstate
Who you bank with, lil' baby? Is it wells or the chase
I could make you 20k just in one day

I could show you how to hit

my pants, hunnids, And I got the pink fifties
Bitch in the crib, and you know she finna fuck with me
Fully auto on this shit, cause I know that they

Shower stage, I'm with you bare, boo

Askin' your niggas, I'm bare, boo
Pardon my mask, call my band, too
Come in the seat, I got my bands, uh
Feature me

Got like 50 hanging out this Glock, I bet I hit his top, don't got no chops
Boy, you better stop, you know I keep that mop, you wanna die
762, get

slumped out with the shivers, yuh, another Body in the morgue, you ain't listenin' to us, we be in the stores, yeah, she don't only be Gucci when we talkin'

the city
If I pull out a blue bill in my pocket then my nigga next to me he getting fifty
Do you remember when you never stood by my side when the codeine