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Hvndo gangsta uh uh uh ok I ain't gon waste no time on this bitch 2nd time around we won't let up, wanna b opp lil na gettin wet up Damnnn damnnn damnnn I Ain't leaving a witness I hope they all watching Cause I'm Finna shoot me a movie (Aye) And i hang wit dem killas you know they wit it Went str8 to the county from juvi (Uh) Just got off the phone wit all of my dawgs Free fredo, free Smokey, free juicy Can't fw dat bitch she b sucking my dick then gon tell the world like a groupie Front w yo move, then we splitting ya doobie (Bop) He said that we beefing... goofy I gotta get out this game for they do me Sike Bitch ima die w this tooly Think ima bitch cause I making this music (Huh) They know I ain't scared to use it Better not play w yo life for you lose it Who these lil bitches b fooling they choosin They don't want you little bro you losin (Huh) Hvndo gon ball I ain't talkin bout hoopin I ain't gon lie Im into shootin (What) But You can't compete cause I really do this Then I get the pack I stick and I move it Then I get the bag and I go to roofchris Like I did the beat you know that I chewed it (Huh) Damn damn I do not cap barley rap abt money Smoking yo homie swerv roll up a mummy You slid in her dm I slid in her tummy Now you know the difference Yo Hvndo go dummy Took time to run up a bag, just flip it and stack But nuski could tell you dat And I heard you b flipping the packs but just from yo raps you ain't doin none of dat I b stone cold stunntin Only roll papers and fanto got my blunt punching We got the block jumpin Blow up my phone for a and dime you ain't gettin nothing My na stop fronting For you b next when them killas b out hunting I'm really out here I never see you into nothing But I'm ona block pumping After sex Mike Jack TELL HA BEAT IT! Uhhh He said said dat he betttta DREAMIN! I hit the beat and just tweak for no reason (Aye) He was talking now he not even breathin' (Fuck) You got caught wit yo strap how you come home Rapping ass gone b like ol boy from gummo (Damn) You a hater or groupie you dumbo Trust me no migos you ns is in trouble (Aye) Back to Back i just rap till I pull up Said he beefing wit me wish em goodluck Ina streets nah he inaaa computers I see you tryna rap boy I do this Got the drop on his ass like I got one duhdoom hit em w rah gunz Leave em sleep ina streets till the cops come FHit up rugga like unc we got one
Writer(s): Jamir Bangs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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