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(Dwilly I'm scared) I've been riding round With this toolie beam Word around town I'm breakin' necks and shootin' things C-call me outside Bitch, I'm looking where ya at? Posted creepa wit' a .9 I got a chrome Upgrade the gat like O-open open up PCP and beams Where the double cup? Double dutch Posted at your spot Make them bullets jump Leave 'em stuck I've seen you around for a minute Why you trippin'? Hold it I got plenty round's for you bitches I've been riding round With this toolie beam Word around town I'm breakin' necks and shootin' things C-call me outside Bitch, I'm looking where ya at? Postin' creepa wit' a .9 I got a chrome Upgrade the gat like Yeah, my only role model was a liquor bottle I was prayin' but my mama never hit the lotto Waiting for my kodak Picture perfect moment, baby bone Had to get off my ass And grip that chrome And then get in my zone, yuh Tell these hoes all around me To leave me the fuck alone I'm 'bout my bread like ducks Ain't 'bout that paper Don't hit my phone I've been sedated, isolated in my desolate room Slit my wrist and fall into the black abyss That is my tomb Impending doom Looms around my mind I smell the fumes Coming from my head The reaper said "Can't wait to meet you soon" (ayy, ayy) I got that toolie on me Getting up out my seat And breakin' the seal What's the deal? Soul keep burning the sheep It is hiding my death in these mils Why is you speaking to me? If your bank it not flooded Might push up and pop wit' the steal He do the most I get the bag n' I go I shoot not to hurt but to kill like Got blue hunnids on me Bitch, she fucking on me Get a grip You need to run it home Say you 'bout it show me Here's a tip Wanna one up on me? Make a hit and blow up Then go get a fuckin' bag And flip it, give me what you owe me I've been riding round With this toolie beam Word around town I'm breakin' necks and shootin' things C-call me outside Bitch, I'm looking where ya at? Posted creepin' wit' a .9 I got a chrome Upgrade the gat like O-open open up PCP and beams Where the double cup? Double dutch Posted at your spot Make them bullets jump Leave 'em stuck I've seen you around for a minute Why you trippin'? Hold it I got plenty round's for you bitches I've been riding round With this toolie beam Word around town I'm breakin' necks and shootin' things C-call me outside Bitch, I'm looking where ya at? Posted creepin' wit' a .9 I got a chrome Upgrade the gat like
Writer(s): Christian Carcamo, David Wilson, Kevin Pouya, Nathan Fuller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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