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Cut out that nigga eyes he- That nigga over with I- Nigga-, nigga tried- Nigga thought I was lackin', walkin' down Bleveland Nigga, that's my hood, dickhead Know I got (some) big shit Extra bullets in my jumpsuit too Walkin' 'round this bitch like Mega-Man And, nigga, free Tay-K On Blood, nigga Yeah Walkin' down Bleveland with that stick Extra bullets in my jumpsuit, I can't wait to let it hit V12 barkin' down that street, you know that BK pull off smashin' Shoot the cameras out, then walk 'em down, nobody know what happened (Lakewood) I don't know why he dissin' Mari like we don't know where he stay Fully Drac', bump out the G, ayy, slide the parts right, no plates Nigga know we OD crashin', pull through max and work that K His mama swore he was a good child, soon as that lil' boy get faced (Supercharged) V8, Cadillac can't drive straight Highway, bluе light, tap the gas, get sideways (swеrve the 'Hawk) 12 behind me, in that Caddy with them sticks, I can't go Whole city fuckin' with this shit, even the opps stealin' my flow Y'all niggas gotta let me reboot real quick I -, crank this bitch up real fast Goddamn head, to many b- (Bankhead) Niggas dissin' just for clout, pull up on Aspen with Lil' Boolie Micro stick inside my bag, E-Brake jump out and swing that Uzi Ayy, ayy, throw this bitch in reverse real quick, twin, look, look back, E-Brake Hey, you see what I see? 'Cause, 'cause if you see what I see, then that mean it's just him, you, G-Lock and me (Ahh) okay now, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt (Huh) they think BK smoke crack Hell nah, Lil' Hot just got my blunt fat Nah, I don't fuck around with no crack Yeah Walkin' down Bleveland with that stick Extra bullets in my jumpsuit, I can't wait to let it hit V12 barkin' down that street, you know that BK pull off smashin' Shoot the cameras out, then walk 'em down, nobody know what happened (Lakewood) I don't know why he dissin' Mari like we don't know where he stay Fully Drac', bump out the G, ayy, slide the parts right, no plates Niggas know we OD crashin', pull through max and work that K His mama swore he was a good child soon as that lil' boy get faced
Writer(s): Eman Alofe, Khari Jahmill Hoard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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