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Wow, we can still see the flame! And there's the water Sick Gang shit, hang with the dead And here's how I control the lights Hopping out the coupe, bloody red Sick gang shit, hang with the dead Hopping out the coupe, bloody red Shooter on the roof, aim at yo head Hopping out da roof walk with the dead Sick gang shit, hang with the dead Hopping out the coupe, bloody red Shooter on the roof, aim at yo head Ay, I'm hopping out da roof walk with the dead Falling out my pocket, no lint Tell me what you see You can see a reflection on the glass Sick gang shit, hang with the dead Like a mirror, right? See it right there? Mhm, I can see it, mhm Green green falling out my pocket, no lint (Aim) Aim for the top, not no legs Sick gang shit, hang with the dead Smoking dope, got my eyes bloody red Diamonds in my B.B. belt, they glist In a foreign, sliding down with extra clips In a foreign, sliding down with my goth crip And a young nigga balling like the Clippers Left wrist water, oh he just rerocked Dirty diamonds on left wrist like brick of rock Pull up bleeding and I'm dripping on the block Pull up bleeding, dripping on the block, gripping on this Glock
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