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Tajamir Boykins
Tajamir Boykins
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Steveland Hinckson
Steveland Hinckson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Wartime we catch us a opp tho Flip at his top Leave his brains out for the Lord Stick to this rap shit This ain't no cap bitch Pull up Hit him in this back Y'all niggas jus talk for the net tho When we pull up y'all scatter like rats Got to get to this bag no freeload She sucking my dick man that's all in my lingo Call up my brothers you know that they sliding Leaving your body like pasta Then it's back to the block to reload them blickys We gonna spin on they shit like some choppers Run up on me lil nigga you bugging Get hit with like 3 automatics Got Mister in the back he serving that rock Fa walk down hit you in your top When I call KaBandz he already on the block RLS media, we right on the top Disrespect me get tied like a mf knot Fucking your bitch and a nigga can't stop Watch how we popout put him in the ground Shit look like a knockout Sipping dusse' shit got me so lazy Married to the game now it's back to the basics These niggas they sweet They sweet like syrup reverse his body Get hit that's a come up Was all in the field Was doing them drills Got hit now I want the whole world killed LH I'm next up Sleeping on me get your bread up Go hard I feel like a boss Smoking SiBone it go right to the heart And my brother right he really shark Slideeee Boommmm! Bitch I threw the bandz in the louie v duffle This bitch got a lazer so why would I tussle? He want some smoke so we sending him under They came thru here twice so I grip on this thunder Jump in the v tap his bumper we hawk em If they spin out, let off, white chalk em If he still breathing yk Ima walk em Gkaaz in the cut with the mac for precaution I'm on top no I can not be under man Talk crazy get hit with this thunder man Spin thru ya block, we scurt in a cullinan Me and Taj and Gkaaz and my other mans I put the racks in the safe like a hunnit bandz Bitch I call up the plug for a hunnit grams Forgiatos I call that a dirty lamb Hit from the back yeah that bitch she a dirty fan Call up K bandz and he shooting with accuracy We not alone bitch I call up the calvary Spin thru his block with a mask and I'm packing heat Shoot at his legs bitch we calling him happy feet Shot up his block now it look like a master piece Stay with the pole hope the feds don't come after me Bitch I do it all so they calling me master p This tec got a drum so I'm causing a casualty
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