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808TurnEmUp
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808TurnEmUp
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808turnemup Like, how do I run this shit up so fast Nigga, I work with the weight like its fitness Like, why do these niggas wanna be like gang so much When the trendsetter's up in the city Bitch, I'm the deacon of this shit, breaking it down For them dumbass niggas that ain't get it I get the drop in the opp nigga hood, wanna see what he do Cause I really been itching I get to put some shit to sleep Like the 5-5-6's, they have a prescription I get to send them shots like two at a time Doo-doo, I'm having my rhythm I really work with some shit that'll put them to bed Little niggas just go get a pillow I get to send them bitches like two at a time Doo-doo, put the heartbeat in them Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Looking for what person, niggas don't come out the house I'm a Leek world stepper, get knocked out of bounds And this work a little different, it come out of town If I ever go broke, I'ma get it out a pound When it comes to the business, these niggas ain't tryna get down and get dirty I'm really gon' step When it comes to the business I cut out the middleman, re-up on everything, cook it myself When it comes to the money, I'm not gon' do anything Niggas be bitches, they sellin' they self When it come to this almighty steppin' Them opp niggas put the fuck up, and they all on the shelf Fifty some shots on what's-his-name block I'm done runnin' away, I'm losin' my breath Don't know the fuck what's-his-name or my brother, that nigga I was shootin' my opp to death Keep the car on, nigga, when we hittin' these feets, Nigga better get the fuck out the way when I step I get to frr, frr, fa, fa Pickin' them up, that nigga need help I was callin' my brother up, havin' a play for the gang We grabbin' the sticks for a jugg, I'm havin' that shit, I'm servin', I'm mobile I'm trappin' all day, I don't come out the hood And I'm havin' some people to feed, it ain't all about me I'm just makin' sure all of them good It's the reason I work with that work, I ain't punch no clock I'm gettin' shit out of the mud Stay in the trap Get the shit out the trenches I'm keepin' the masks in case of witness Heavily trappin', the traffic relentless I'm on a track to stack up a million Swing in my door and I'm swingin' the glizock Came from the backdoor, forever a lock Shake up the block, I just wait till it fizz out You ain't come with no paper, you ain't gone get shit out of it Stay in the trap Get the shit out the trenches I'm keepin' the masks in case of witness Heavily trappin', the traffic relentless I'm on a track to stack up a million Swing in my door and I'm swingin' the glizock Came from the backdoor, forever a lock Shake up the block, I just wait till it fizz out You ain't come with no paper, you ain't gone get shit out of it Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Looking for what person, niggas don't come out the house I'm a Leek world stepper, get knocked out of bounds And this work a little different, it come out of town If I ever go broke, I'ma get it out a pound
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