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Got some people, you know, that'll just like "Fuck yeah, dude," fuckin' eat it up And then you got those guys like, "Oh no, don't let my kids see that" It's like what the fuck, dude? Like, they're gonna grow up and listen to it Hoppin' out the Honda with a duffel full of bodies Dilate his pupils like I'm rollin' off the molly Systemic, psychopathic, dealin' is my hobby Grindin' in his face and leave him bloody like he Ronnie You better get yourself a gun Don't wanna be caught callin' 911 If we catch you lackin' then it ain't no fun If you got a pistol then he ain't gon' run, fade away Nеver bow, never fold, nеver break Never bow, never fold, never break Spin the block, stop, let it rock away Spin the block, stop, let it rock away You ain't safe and sound whenever I'm around [?] I'm kickin' stones on the ground [?] my eyes Load up on guns, locate your crib and ride Niggas fallin' off and watch you fade away It's the Holocaust, they really can't escape Think you're bangin' and you up now 'Til your numbers start droppin' and your luck's out Aw shit, hear the demons fuckin' comin' with the TEC I got weapons on my weapons, nigga, get yourself a vest You invested at the Nike store, cashin' all your checks 'Til we take 'em off your body, break the chain around your neck You better get yourself a gun Don't wanna be caught callin' 911 If we catch you lackin' then it ain't no fun If you got a pistol then he ain't gon' run, fade away Never bow, never fold, never break Never bow, never fold, never break Spin the block, stop, let it rock away Spin the block, stop, let it rock away
Writer(s): Jonathan Whitmer, Singe Singe, Erenn Erenn, Kotts Jalen, Andy Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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