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it tucked
I told lil shawty I told her wassup
She came to my hood just to see what is up
You act like you tough 'cause you keep puffin' up
I keep me

want them niggas that serve like the drive-thru (Say less)
Bitch you ain’t good in your hood you think niggas ‘gon rob you
Bitch I been good in my hood I

dinner
Bumping Lil Rob y’know neighborhood music (Y’know)
This that California living bitch get used to it
California living man you know how it be
Just

that's toothless
Excuse my rudeness
no more excuses
I'm sick of all y'all on some flu shit
Sorry for that flow, take it back Lil Tunechi
But to the hoes

son learning to pull drive bys
Look I was just showing him how to shoot
Yeah mama
This morning I woke up
Had the bread on my agenda
Seen a million like

Niggas be talking dat shit but I'm ready
I'm cutting dope up like Jason and Freddy
I broke up with dat lil bitch at the wedding
I tell these hoes I

painful
Just me and lil sis it wasn't nothing on the table
Never needed friends I wasn't looking for no label
Man I miss my niggas RIP my fallen angels
They

I fought by myself I had nobody around when I was fallin' deep into dat pool pit
I stood on ten up it at you Nd yo mans nii they runnin' when I let

time they pulled up just know they ain't make it back
You say that you sorry but no you can't feel my pain
Wait till I make it get iced out by Johnny

moaning
Independent but you let me control it
Is you ready to do anything for me
Even rob a bank like Clyde & Bonnie
Your exes hating on me you told me

you
That's what you get when you're fucking with me
Lil boy go sit and drink Ice T
But can't mix my sugar with your Ice T
And honey what's Tea?
This is

bape uh ah
Son I go craze wait what
Fuck all my shame yeah ok

I got my shit straight
Stomp on that boy
Rob his money cause he really afraid

Run up

I'm selling to you keep it on the low mother fucker
I be that blu cheez
South side of New Jersey
If you got a problem well
Lil bitch you best not at me

And I ain't wake up for breakfast
Let me in the back
Through the front I'm tryna check ya
Aw yea yea yea
Bought a lil chop from Brodie
Gotta mask up whole

Stepped by looked around
This is backwards hustling
Bills counting down
Clocking time like that 4.2 in 40 John ross
Hound
Any means but with in my

Dad vibes retired I’m off that whore shit 
I’m focusing on these rappers thats thinking they can get by off these minimum wage bars pussy that a lie 
I

a lot, yeah
Blood better not try ya
Put him on a t-shirt
Now his mom crying
These lil' niggas dying
Guap', I get it, I'm buying
Hoes on the road, niggas

You really ain't about to type
1000 dollar adidas
You ain't about the stripes
Crying like a lil baby
And that's gon get you wiped
My bro do call of duty

wildin
Niggas dying always hearing sirens
Nigga got beef everyday so they fighting
Put they self at risk now mamas crying
In the hood they will rob you for

gettin guap too
Sound of the flutes out by the stream that's what we mosh to
Conas ata tu
Conas ata tu
Conas ata tu
If you talk shit about the irish we

by Tyson
Throw the money in the club
Make it rain before the night end
In ah dolo switching the lanes
But I ain't licensed
And bitch I'm solo
I'm

gone give up they addiction it's
Another 20 piece I swear that I'm building bricks with this
Tuck caught me slipping tried to rob me damn near shot me

Slide and we take more down
Nigga come up the score now
She gone send the addy, we sliding, we kicking doors down
Did lil mama dirty, she moving like she

flip
They gone chip when I grab my grip
I don't slip
Dawgy sit
My whole clique go n pop their clip
Stop that shit
Fuck that prick
Lil pussy gotta go