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We riding with 30 and 40 shot Glocks Told bro don't stop for the cops Lil' bitch on my line, am I coming or not? But I don't have time for no thots Body shots from his heart to his kidney Give a fuck if them bystanders friendly Hard to shoot when it's cold and it's windy Walk up on him, put smoke to his chimney Tutu no general, niggas will get at you I catch you lackin' I'm bending you When I do a hit or two, I keep a grip or two Aiming for brims when I'm spinning through PNVK, I'm dropping rakes, hollow tips drip through your face If I catch a case, I feel like OJ Put my lawyer to beat up the case When I'm in the field, I keep a chop Forever Pooh, forever Dot Yeah I been spinning blocks Yeah I been totin' chops 100 grams in the spot This ain't loud what I got For the gang I did a lot, I said for the gang I did a lot We riding with 30 and 40 shot Glocks Told bro don't stop for the cops Lil' bitch on my line, am I coming or not? But I don't have time for no thots Body shots from his heart to his kidney Give a fuck if them bystanders friendly It's Hard to shoot when it's cold and it's windy Walk up on him, put smoke to his chimney Four fifth got a kick like Jet Li Spin a block, tell the opps come and test me And I just got the drop on an opp, next stop is his block, 30 shots when this TEC speak And it's still no love for these thots, Keep a chop in the spot, ball hard like a lefty Tell them niggas link up, we don't dead beef And I'm rolling off a pill, let the meds speak And it's still free Millz Check after check, bro scamming for real Gotta get me a deal Cause' gang on the rock Karma getting real All my niggas starving yeah we gotta eat bitch I'm talking real shit, but it's on the beat bitch I'm trappin' all night so I don't sleep bitch Same shit, different day different week bitch Tryna' take mine, nigga Imma' leave you quick Dumb broke ass niggas who I'm beefing with We roll up on them, black Vs and shit Hop out on em', start squeezing shit When it's beef, I'm proud of who I'm eating with Right you laid up, pillow talking in the sheets and shit Designer, yayos that's me bitch I'm big blood, always on my creeping shit I'm off the molly And I'm not moving sloppy You know my body It's not hard to find me Double tap him like IG He don't need an IV Execution style They need his ID Headshot like an ID BOOM Now he a ghost word to Tommy I pull up with Ace Then call up to Elz, we need a new opp for this L Jezz Gasoline 8 Deuce Trey, I'm in tune with the sync well Free the guys up in jails I still pick up my phone and I still send em' mail I'm in the field, fuck all of this rap shit These niggas be acting We don't need a uber to clap shit A few niggas not here, we know why they absent I call up the bloody, he love me so he's like "What's crackin'? I'm really active I been around, I'm a classic Blood stains on his fashion He ran like we wouldn't catch him, when I draw this weapon I ain't tryna' sketch him They tryna' be extra, but we tryna' X him .45ACP XD Blow a nigga intestines Change a nigga complexion, they like "chill Jezz, you our investment We don't need you arrested, We need you here flexing" Play the block like a tetris, Gang
Writer(s): Alyamani Ouadah, Ace Numbafive, Envoy Jason Bullock, Khalif Malik Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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