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(Ayy) uh, uh, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy I be out here fuckin' up the streets All you weak-ass rappers, y'all be fuckin' up the beats When I'm done fuckin', bitch, don't try to go to sleep You a dirty-ass bop, you just suckin' up the heat Ayy, we don't need no new niggas, we fine Choppa hit yo' ass, make you fast-forward and rewind I be posted up like a street sign I don't know about you and yo' gun, but I keep mine I smoke niggas and I smoke weed And yo' dead homie smokin' like some OT Ayy, I finessed him out a whole P Told his ass it was hot but it was OG Ayy, used to play the six, but now we play the eights Don't ride down this block 'cause we play with Dracs, bitch I got on VLONE, by the way And I'm smokin' on VLONE by the tray (ayy, ayy, ayy) Run up on me wrong, you die today And I'm bustin' off this mid, today is not the day (ayy, ayy) And watch how you move and what you say We turned him to a pack, that boy smoke like 1K, ayy How you with it and you don't own a gun? Yeah, you 'round a lotta niggas But when you die, you the only one High speed, take 'em on a run Glock 23, I love it so much, I can't even throw the gun (hold on) Who this car? Got me watchin' in my rearview Oh, that's the opps, yeah, I spotted 'em with a clear view I shot him once, that boy thought he got hit with two When those hollows spread, it get hard to move Shoulda hid his .9 on his waist, now he paralyzed from the waist Now his people cryin' at the wake 'cause it's niggas dyin' every day Niggas dyin' every day, bullets flyin' every way Shot him in this face, now he literally dead weight Bron'ems at the six, I had to move up the street I keep my blick, you the type to have your move up the street Just to hide the blicks, I got a lil' move up the street And she gon' suck and fuck me good until a nigga go to sleep Got a drop on Lil Moe, I suggest you don't pull up I'ma have this bitch pointed, I suggest you don't look up Them young niggas pop out 'cause they hit your top, they fuck shit up We might show up at yo' party, fuck yo' function up Didn't they tell y'all not to fuck with them strappers? Since he actin' like a child, we gon' kidnap him I get niggas wrapped up, I just like rappin' Make a nigga disappear, poof, like magic Glock hold 32, that's magic If I shoot the whole thing, just imagine, that's tragic We got a lot of Glocks that's out the D side And if a nigga decide to live, we gon' have to retry, bitch! I be out here fuckin' up the streets All you weak-ass rappers, y'all be fuckin' up the beats When I'm done fuckin', bitch, don't try to go to sleep You a dirty-ass bop, you just suckin' up the heat Ayy, we don't need no new niggas, we fine Choppa hit yo' ass, make you fast-forward and rewind I be posted up like a street sign I don't know about you and yo' gun, but I keep mine