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Oh dis how you coming Young Nigga shit I got plenty of money Pull out dem sticks an da opps get da runnin Caught dat lil bihh in my hood nd got punished Lik nd lil bra got da dumpin Dumpin these guns we ain't jumpin That how we comin Buyin mo guns for da spot if Dey run in Want to be gang gotta shoot at da opp we ain't doin jump in 8500 it stuck to my ear Post in da hood wit my uncle they smoking on cigarettes drinking sum beer Ion compete it juss me vs me in da mirror Roadrunner Kennel Come get you a Merle Ran up my racks now she all in my ear When I got booked Ian see her Fuck it I ran it back it up now I leave her Felony papers can't smoke on no weed gotta leave it Runnin up money they lookin I'm teachin Cut off my Patna he leachin Tellin my Patna to chill he feining FOR BODDIES They say dat lil bra he da problem I know he da problem cs every time he catch 'em a opp up in traffic he poppin Tellin my Patna to throw me alley fuck it juss lob it Oh dis how you comin Young Nigga shit I got plenty of money Pull out dem sticks an da opps get da runnin Caught dat lil bitch in my hood nd got punished Lik nd lil bra got da dumpin Dumpin dese guns we ain't jumpin Dat how we comin Buyin more guns for da spot if Dey run in Want to be gang gotta shoot at da opp we ain't doin jump in Should've known dey was plotting Now I ride wit a Glock nd a shotti Pop out dis whip got clutching on every body When this switch get da hittin you a dead body Only way I miss if you ducking your head prolly I want you myself i don't pay for bodies Don't come after me nd don't think it's a problem Fuck it I load up dem sticks nd go solve it We got them sticks nd them bags and them racks in da apartments Use to trap at da shop now I post in da partments 13 in my pocket I'm James harden Put a switch on yo Glock it gone hit harder Got dem yungeens Dey spray et da whip got me coaching like coach carter Shouldn't did what they did Nigga kno Dey a target One to head leave ya brain on da carpet Oh dis how you comin Young Nigga shit I got plenty of money Pull out dem sticks an da opps get da runnin Caught dat lil bitch in my hood nd got punished Lik nd lil bra got da dumpin Dumpin dese guns we ain't jumpin Dat how we comin Buyin mo guns for da spot if Dey run in Wanna be gang gotta shoot at da opp we ain't doin jump in
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