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Fuck yo feelings homie I give a fuck about opinions or your story brodie I'll fuck yo bitch and burn her soul inside the purgatory You think I give a fuck of what you bitches think about me? Bitch Fuck your judgements cause, i'm spitting on your fucking grave Y'all should know the fuckin name it's UNAVERAGE GANG We blowing up like a mothafuckin hand grenade Yung T.R.I.P. the grave digger out of fuckin Vegas Two legends in the making If I murder mothafuckaz then it's going to be a goodnight Leave a mothafuckin dead with a steel knife Running and gripping my 9 till they all die Real eyes realize that you all lie I been a savage since 7 UAV be the one that is ending your session No second guessing This that mothafuckin gang land affiliation 187, 187, 187, 187 You burn within, cause I bring the sin I open doors just to let it in You won't find, what you can't find And you bitches hide with them flawed minds This shit a joke with a little bit hate and a little bit of hope This the life I chose, I accelerate on the roads I know I lived enough that I lashed out on what the fuck was passed out This fucken is game is trash now And filled up with these cash clowns Unaverage always holds down, and fix with what we wrote down Your feelings don't mean shit now, we on the top and won't drown All the haters wanna do is talk shit, and dick ride, never wanna accomplish shit No drive, where the fuck is all grave-diggers Bet you mothafuckas gonna flee the scene when I pull the trigger Never gonna stop me now Better think when you talkin down Stand yo ground It's that UAV gang shit and we lock it down Yuh 187, 187, 187, 187 187, 187, 187, 187