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Gang, gang, gang, fuck the opps, I'm runnin' through some gang, gang, WOPOOO
We got digits, we switch slow in the section
Don't wanna bump me, I promise it'll get deadly
Got PlanCy with me and he talkin' big weapon
Big 9'S, big grams, big4 NIC
I'm that ****, ayy
Where my Glock at? I finna pull up on a ****
Where my opps at? Ayy, ayy
If it get sticky, I swear to God, ain't no pop BACC
Oxycodone promethazine where the drop at
We some different type of ****, we got different type of kicks
I can serve a **** a line, I can serve a **** a brick
I hate hearin' Relly, why you always taxtin' for this shit
This 28 a bag, you can't buy it by the zip
I'ma get up on your bitch, put her on some different shit
NLMB
Fly her out the state, good eats and foreign whips
Big Bottles in the section, lifers in here throwin' chip
these one of ones on my feet, fuck around, call your rent
If I can't get 200 a line, I'ma sip the tris
Your **** a bitch, I'll strip him
I ain't show the fn
You got somethin' to say about 300, I'ma deal with it
If I go broke, I ain't sellin' shit
I'm in the field with it
I just scored on some drink, i got some pills wit it
Now I'm finna pull up on your bitch and pop some real izzm
I'm a young rich ****, y'all gotta deal with me
And that boy ain't never seen a dub, he a lil' ****
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