歌詞

Yo I told the driver, "Slow down," I seen a face that's familiar Squeeze the Glock, I'ma turn the block into Syria Headshots any time Booter steps Flat heads in the spinner or you might lose your head (Baow) If I lose my shit, then you'll lose your whip F Block, you know my sides full of lunatics (Gang) I got police on my back, but I'm used to this I swear my life's like a scene from a movie clip (I swear) We ain't tryna dead the beef (Nah) I just got a new link for some extra teeth Big Glock .19 stays next to me Blood splatters on the floor is how I left the scene (Tapе) I did a mazza for my dead bro (Baow) Drive-by, yo, I'm slapping guys ten toеs (Grrah) You weren't there when I was down and I was dead broke (Facts) Little bitch, don't be sendin' me no XO's (Bitch), nah, yo Them yutes are fake, I see it in their eyes (I see it) He ain't tryna shoot, don't be steppin' in the ride (Pussy) Seventeen to life, I was lookin' in the dot Came home, me and A made a killin' off the block Ask about, you know the name rings (Ask dem) Bro came with a Glock, I did the same thing (Facts) Trey spin main road and let the trey sing (Bah, bah) They keep hatin', real stars in the makin' They can't stop nothin' (Nah), no, we're not stoppin' (No) Real Kurds, we got the block poppin' We stay winnin', but the opps stay rottin' (Dead) We lose waps and buy another one, no problem (Fuck that) Free G and free AD (Free dem) If I see an opp, then I'm spinnin' one-eighty (Spinnin') I know they hate me, 'cause I pocket tried and God saved me (Ha-ha) Eighteen, I dodged a eighteen I keep gettin' raided, they won't leave me alone If it's time to ride out, then I'm leavin' my phone I slapped— in his wig, I made him leak out his dome Better mind where you stay and how you sleep in your house Catch us schemin' on opps or we creepin' about Big waps in the car, hear a screech on the boaw Actions speak loud, we don't type on the 'net I'm a G in my raps and live in the flesh (Gang) I don't need to lie, the streets know what I did I got him shot by the shops I got him slapped where he lives You know it's us that's been takin' them trips Any violation, we tryna take off his wig, baow
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