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Yeah, big 4 9, big 4 god 5 0 4 0 4 Anytime the shot was fired, you know we shot back Free the fuckin woe they got me my niggas on high max If he break the code, we get em gone fendi fact 200 some rounds I'm in this black truck with big pat Fuck bout what you heard we got em gone you know we did that Nigga made me mad I flipped this clip fasho you know that I'm just tryna fuck, I ain't into pictures I don't know kodak Coulda killed his ass, the glock jammed I had a promag I can't do no lyin up in these verses Bitch came with a bag but she don't know she leavin early (Gotta go) She done got a rich nigga she asking me for purses (Uh uh) Let em play with this shit we passin money just like emergency Pull up on yo homie know he real fast Gave that bitch a couple thou, look like she bought a real ass Know I got this switchiana I might need another mag It ain't even 9 o'clock and I just got another bag We was strikin, we was using waze app Ridin round with a couple clips we givin face now She didn't wanna fuck me first so fuck it I'll pay now BabyC trap woah hold, sell a break down (BabyC BabyC) Anytime the shot was fired, you know we shot back Free the fuckin woe they got me my niggas on high max If he break the code, we get em gone fendi fact 200 some rounds I'm in the black truck with big pat Fuck bout what you heard we got em gone you know we did that Nigga made me mad I flipped this clip fasho you know that I'm just tryna fuck, I ain't into pictures I don't know kodak Coulda killed his ass, the glock jammed I had a promag Yeah, that's how it went I been out here trappin gettin my m's 4 9 with the draco, glock I slid by myself I, I, I ain't neva liked them niggas fuck em, let his momma love em Yeah, I know how it feel to come from nothin Yeah, Left wrist froze and my neck look like water I hang with them trappers and them murderers Yeah, AK-47 on my lap in a lamb truck I was swipin cards before this rap shit Yeah, I was sellin weed but my daddy told me stop it But I didn't cus I know what kind of profit I'm touchin everyday, I got good narcotics Anytime the shot was fired, you know we shot back Free the fuckin woe they got me my niggas on high max If he break the code, we get em gone fendi fact 200 some rounds I'm in the black truck with big pat Fuck bout what you heard we got em gone you know we did that Nigga made me mad I flipped this clip fasho you know that I'm just tryna fuck, I ain't into pictures I don't know kodak Coulda killed his ass, the glock jammed I had a promag Glock jammed I had a promag
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