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No, no, we don't play, get the bus in Said I come out, shoot it up, bust in Say they got clips, they don't bust shit I only need me and my drumstick Give, give 'em a ho, hope I bust quick I came from the block, I don't love shit We was too young, doin' dumb shit Why bitches love makin' assumptions? Why shorty want posts with the public? Why shorty want posts with the public? These diamonds gon' flee through my touchless And I got the stick and the function Spring like D gon' bust shit I told 'em I shoot it up, bust in Man, baby, come suck up this cum I-I roll 'em up in a molly But shout out my lil' nigga, Molly We throwin' blicks in the party We heard you want play, we don't parlay Brody a hundred and always We gon' get the drum and that's always They kept it tucked, that was always Now niggas is stuck in the hallways Goddamn, niggas gon' blame 'Forty gon' play 'cause he know who I am Man, I used to pray that they know who I am Nigga, I been with the gang, but they sittin' in the can Playin' for my father 'cause he sittin' in the can And I really skip a hunnid, man, I pray that he the man Did it with her friends, but I- First it wasn't plannin', I'm lookin' for him 'Cause I know that that's the plan, yeah Know we don't play, get the boss in Said I took my shooter to buy Sam Said he got clips, they don't buy shit I only need me and my drumsticks Givin' my homo, buy bars quick I came from the block, I don't love shit We was too young doin' dumb shit While bitches been makin' us suck She ends my shorty, want pants with a plug Keep the shit a lot Brody told me change, I can never see the pot Turtle in the grave, you can never see the block Nigga yellin' in the cage, I can never see my pops Runnin' with the bank, but at first we need to stop Coppin' me a Glock, makin' sure I got a lock Brody out his socks, I'ma throw a lil' knot And that bitch gon' throw it back, I'ma promise she a bop, yeah But we got some big stripes We came in from nothin', that's big facts And Brody gon' slip back If you wanna play, we gon' tic-tac I rest on some red fri- If my shooters don't shoot off some chim-chams I ain't losin' PEMDAS I'm solvin' this shit with my big strut