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Said I can't trust no hoe Slide with a Kel Tec, feel like melrose I got a Glock and that shit finna blow And your Brody got shot on the block by the police And your bitch finna give me that throat I'm with my guys, nigga we off that dope Sippin' on act, man I'm sippin' strong And your bro getting sturdy, I think he the goat Two white bitches on me, Kelly Rose Choppa on me so you getting exposed Feel like I'm Mosey, got too many hoes If you talking on gang, you get hit with the po Fuck 12, I do not care bout a police Finna skrrt in a masi, I feel like faygo Skrt off with your lil bitch like mosey This shit getting boring I'm twitching the flow Okay, ayy, ayy, ahh, ahh Ayy, ahh, ahh, haaaaa How many times did we take L's Boy I'm smoking on za and it smell like a fart If you tryna find me, you know where I'm at Posted at west with the gang, we on go I got a stick and it go like (prrheww) Don't try to push me, you know ima spazz I'm with your treesh and she giving neck She for the streets I don told you before Aye, aye, yuh, yuh We pull up to your block and we uppin' the choppa Shoot for the moon then we aim for the stars R.I.P to my nigga pop smoke (aye, huh aye) Yeah, yeah (shit)
Writer(s): Joseph Libula Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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