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Deion Ross
Deion Ross
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Caleb Rollins
Caleb Rollins
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Daevian Haney
Daevian Haney
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These guns blaze, we shoot em like portland Before we got there bitch they know how we coming We doing wholesale, we don't break it down come get you a onion I cannot go back to jail I don't take the gun, I only take the money We call it playa, I ain't cuffing no bitch, I ain't dropping no dime on no nigga Ride with my guys and they got them sticks so I'm putting that bitch in the middle He came with the wood on the K, he saying his grace, I hope it don't give me a splinter I slap a fan in the face, he getting to close, I swear that I'm still one of them nigga niggas I'm in lenox, I got the ratchet Ride through the mail, I get the package Fuck that ho, that ho ain't nun Fucked on her friend, she was went she was running We got them sticks and we upping the score We catch them niggas, we making em fold I be with niggas they doing the most I pop this shit I'ma rock out fasho Fuck bout this niggas, turn 'em to ghost Fuck bout the hoes, fuck on the low He drop a post and we taking his soul If he say it's up then we giving him smoke Dicks in them glizzys we ride with em loaded Cooling on the K, I can shoot it for the longest Take em on a chase got too much on me I see it in his face he a ho and he know it Why the fuck his whole gang just fill up with holes What the fuck you mean why I'm riding round with these poles Treating these niggas like hoes, they getting exposed, we got em blowed I'ma just stay in my lane, I stick to Omertà, I won't break the code These guns blaze, we shoot em like portland Before we got there bitch they know how we coming We doing wholesale, we don't break it down come get you a onion I cannot go back to jail I don't take the gun, I only take the money We call it playa, I ain't cuffing no bitch, I ain't dropping no dime on no nigga Ride with my guys and they got them sticks so I'm putting that bitch in the middle He came with the wood on the K, he saying his grace, I hope it don't give me a splinter I slap a fan in the face, he getting too close, I swear that I'm still one of them nigga niggas Damn I fucked em both oh well She tryna ride it like 4 wheel He played them games he didn't know better Shot hit his arm I give out the cold shoulder She tried to stay but she got to go home I made the play, I tell em go long If nine tre up that fye he gone buss em and if we slimed em out it's fuck em R.I.P. David I know that you watching me, I'm staying prayed up I know some niggas that say that they balling but they some fakers Young niggas tryna get ranked up I leave his ass in the closet on hangers These niggas really some strangers Play with this shit and I'm making em famous These guns blaze, we shoot em like portland Before we got there bitch they know how we coming We doing wholesale, we don't break it down come get you a onion I cannot go back to jail I don't take the gun, I only take the money
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