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(Babyface Ray)
Serve me Wock', you better not play, I'ma rob you if your shit fake (your shit fake)
Palm Angel, white Forces, Ruger-5.7 tucked (blrrrd, 7

a picture of tha squad One by one watch me crop 
You can’t pull or swipe my card 
I be stepping a lot 

 Look I’m from the Ville folk 
Where we rob steal deal

forget her
Lil O a blow boy my granny say stay from 'round that nigga
That nigga be tripping (tripping)
He'll rob you right out of your sneakers (gimme

lovers who's  kisses touch the moon
Easily predictable moves your plots ruined 
Know plenty mother fuckers do what you doing
I turn a hairball to wig just

like Ralo (Ralo)
TSA and I'm feelin' like Apollo
Bricks comin' in, goin' out by tomorrow, lil' nigga (uh)
Keep a Drac' in the city like I'm Aubrey, ha

dirt on my fame
Bitches be wanting fake problems, I stay in my lane
The fuck, is you pressed by a chain?
I know I'ma get it, so take that shit outta your

Written By: Isreal Igbanu

It could take me a night it could take me some days but I will come your way aye 
Anytime of the day it feels good to say

slippin
You in my room as mission
I want your body and kisses
Always say I don't listen
But you know you're my missus
Swing my way lady
I don't need no time

my phone talking crazy
I keep a gun, ain't doing no fighting
This lil hoe crazy, asked me can she be my wifey
She set him up, we slime him out
Kick in

can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass

Chill Bill

Spooks

Chill Bill

2016

grimy, no findin' me, but I be in LG (bitch)
If your lil' fuck boy lame ass wanna creep (ho)
And I live by the lemon 'cause that fucker chose me (ayy)

my digits
These niggas gone rob you if you tell your business
If you do it by yourself you ain't got no witness
Imma sip this cup imma pour my feelings

I'm gonna drink it all by myself
Ain't nobody's business but mine
Whew

Catch me drinking funky wine down by the riverside
South, watch your fucking

of a cave
No one ever found your remains
Aye aye

I just want to rob you of yo motherfucking soul
Sitting back watching the evil unfold
This is a different

Who Could It Be

Guerilla Maab

Resurrected [Screwed & Chopped]

2002

ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk

please 
I got whatcha need  aye tender love and care most important me aye blowing 
By the O your mans be fronting Gs feeling like I'm Khaled bitch I got

and keep killing each other
How you kill your partner man that was your fucking brother
But y'all won't go out here and kill these motherfucking crackers

I need is a tuba
Niggas squares, I'ma call them a grid
Might drag your grandmother by her wig
Got it out the mud, feel like a pig
Lexus coupe, riding

the arm yelling mayday, ok
Getting all this paper like it's payday, ok
Got a lil bitch tell her hey bae, wait wait
I be on a flight with no vacay, ok

I

that you haven't heard of me
Dare to gang up, Imma ready with my arms right by side with me
Better hide from me
Im no milee puta I'm a whole cavalry

you want a blessing girl
Can you hear me now
I could give you all the answers to your questions
Like why we even stressing
You hear me now
Some just

Grind

50/50 Twin

Grown Man Style

2004

when them quarters, gon come in handy
Somebody could come rob you, and charge to your family
Gotta crack it all his piggy bank, that's horrible ain't it

youngin years I was always breaking rules
Doin drive bys shoulda stayed yo ass in school
Posted with a strap lil boy you aint cool
Faded as a bitch spittin

Uh, going HAM
I can't afford it, so I'm eating Spam
Watching Rob Van Dam what the fuck? Sam I Am
With the green eggs and ham, nigga I'm crazy
Come