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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 skreet, 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 plate 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 Supercharged V8, Cadillac can't drive straight Highway, blue light, tap the gas, get sideways (Trackhawk) 12 behind me, in that Caddy with them sticks, I can't go Whole city fuckin' with this shit, even got opps stealin' my flow Rrr, y'all nigga gotta let me reboot real quick, I-I-I crank this bih up real fast Goddamn, head trippin' in this bih, Bankhead Niggas dissin' just for clout, pull up on Aspen with Lil Boolie Micro stick inside my pants, E-Brake jump out and swing that Uzi Ayy-ayy, throw this bih in reverse real quick, twin, look, look back, E-Brake Ayy, 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 Ah, okay now, blatt-blatt, blatt-blatt Huh, they think BK smoke crack Hell nah, Lil Hot just got my blunt fat Ah, 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 skreet, 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 plate 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
Writer(s): Eman Alofe, Khari Jahmill Hoard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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