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from the Drop

And yall keep talking and talking and talking that shit
Fuck around you might get the whole clip
I'll hit up my cousin he stay with

talking bout?

By the shore I'm still on one
Squad been collect funds
Bank of America, Chase, Fargo, all 'em
How long your racks go?
I see her move slow
She

real 
Rest In Peace to my niggas dead, for them I would kill for
Niggas tryna steal souls why I keep a steel 
And I still been on my 10 toes, Nike socks

with me, they spray you up like Tom Ford

Got a lot of homies that'll ride too
They just wanna see ya eyes to the sky view
They ain't even make it out

before the song came out and made the shit an abortion
From the hood so low down made California my home now
Gold teeth on my K9s I'm a dog girl come get

bitch
I just take em out to lunch cause I never wanna commit
God damn yea I'm difference with it
Got a sudden premonition that is hella vivid
Had to get

but couldn’t see that it aint paid by wishing
His intuition got em thinking if he pay attention
Cop him some A’s then one day the school will pay

names
Writing down on a list
Of characters
I could snipe
Check em off
Your mate is wondering
Why the queen has been captured
Second coming of any rapture

it
All these niggas snakes but ima viper my bite badder
The bitch ain't gone wanna fuck you no more after I hit her Aquafina figi mixed with voss
I get

look at that thing on my hip
No Uber but we finna dip

If you talking that shit get bitch slapped
If you really wanna hit this click clack
Really gone

crooked now it's look at what he did
Now it's 10 up where I live and by the Hidden Hills I hid
Tryna hang off of the rim until I'm ballin' out the gym
So

murder
Smoked out
Sloppy and grilling a veggie burger
You drilling the head berserker?
Man, I'm 10"2'
I got a pack of Marijuana flavored
Big League Chew

the way
Chapter 10, verse 19, watch Luke hit his face
That ain't fair, man, I don't follow rules when I play
Oh, he scared?
Yeah, he know I don't lose when

no fury
I don't practice Santeria but my heina she's a bruja
Hit me with that hoodoo when she caught me with my ruca
Chupa mi verga mamacita
Like

Time goes by so fast man
(Yeah-yeah)
Ten years makin' hits for y'all
Still feels like we liftin' off
It's Lebron showin' off
Blisters or poets

Pyromaniax

Arsonists

As the World Burns

1999

think so
Not even mulitiplied by cinco, you blink bro
Now catch your career going down the sink yo
My hits rock you dicks nots so run and get cops

I

pictures 

Shout out to god and da squad and da Fam man I'm still goin crazy for em 
Ran du countsel da mob it's just us Man  dat other shit ain't no more

white
Have a fucking fight
Ain't no way in this world imma get a stain
Ain't enough weed in this world that'll kill my pain
Imma hit up Frank Ocean for

exist
Ain’t shopping at jc penny
I’m shopping at Lenox, buying out all that shit
She want Chanel go get it
I got my charges acquitted
White Fazo’s

you turn out
Sometimes I
Sometimes I
Sometimes I
Trying hard to make a name for myself
People left and told me hang by yourself
I don't know if I'm

No regrets could've been that guy
Lost count of all of those sleepless nights
But back in them days used to get so annoyed
There was no progress
Never

wit that bag imma flip
I get live for them pesos
Taken trips to the A for the payroll
Oh and we got them cakes by case loads
Something put away in

to the ceilin'
I'ma take you with me everywhere I go
Oooh, I got to tell em that I got a sinkin' feelin' everything is gonna turn out alright
Gotta make sure they

Biles wit that bag imma flip
I get live for them pesos
Taken trips to the A for the payroll
Oh and we got them cakes by case loads
Something put away in