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(Ooh, Sav killed it) what up? This another one, ghetto boys shit, I'ma keep sayin' it Yeah, alright When 'em killers on yo' ass, they bloodhounds Do a show, then shoot the party up and shut the club down Put a silencer on the Glock, it make that one sound I don't know what the fuck it is, but I love gun sounds Couldn't pay 64,000 for a Runtz pound He was 'bout that life, got sent to the joint, he a punk now Used to have a knot, he got robbed, he got a bump now Sold my K, traded the .45, I got a pump now I just paid 62,000 for a pint of red Finna drink an eight straight and go to sleep, I might die in bed Bitch, take that nappy weave out, you got a lion head Do you wanna give the money up or wanna die instead? It don't matter 'cause we robbin' yo' bitch ass And when you give the money up, we still poppin' yo' bitch ass You be buyin' plastic pints, we be knockin' on the glass He tried to run from the Glock and I shot him in his ass Chuck just popped me off, he know I love 30s Dope fiend, I just poured some lean in a McFlurry Take that chain off and take it back, bro, the shit blurry Bitch, go get a razor blade and shave yo' cat, the shit furry Bro hittin' e'rythin', you'd think I'm with Curry I'm a kind-hearted nigga, but for the pape', I can get scary Just bought an eight of brown red, I'm finna get dirty Why e'rybody tryna go to bed? It's only 6:30 I ain't goin' to sleep 'til I touch a million cash My bitch thick with a big old ass and a Brazilian wax Last time I had an altercation, I got children whacked Stop pullin' out that lil' ten, niggas get killed for that I wasn't really good at sellin' crack, I was built to rap Psych, I'm lyin', I just bought a brick and made a million packs I just pulled a bitch hair out, she want her zillions back Take the condom off and fuck raw, I wanna feel the cat Dog shit on me, but I'm finna go steal a 'Cat Flashlight on the Glock white, but the pistol black AK-47 same size as Midget Mac Took a nigga strap and walked off, he want his pistol back Before you think 'bout robbin', ask yourself where the hospital at She gotta practice 'fore she suck my dick, where a popsicle at? Nigga swung on me in the club, that's where we killed him at Nigga tried some bullshit and got his ceilin' cracked Bro was paralyzed, but he said he gettin' his feelin' back In a '21 Escalade with the biggest dash I can show you how to cook dope, this a whippin' class My son ain't know how to load a gun, so I whipped his ass I just drunk 20 lines of Act', I know my liver black I just sold a half a brick on Telegraph They pulled off in a blue McLaren, it was hella fast Before coronavirus came around, I used to wear a mask A nigga ain't never gave me shit, 'cause I never asked, nigga Ghetto boys shit, nigga
Writer(s): Damario Donshay Horne Mccullough, Daniel Ray Robinson, Michael Lee Jr Smith, Marcus Anthony Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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