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Kick in his crib and tell him bye bye Bullets connecting i call it wifi Taking his bitch, pulling her hair, mixing her guts like we making sci-fi That boy keep on playing then he finna die Aim at his face and he ain't gon survive 762 hit him right in his eye Call him an angel we made that boy fly Said he a demon we send him to hell Shout out lil zay free my boy out the cell I had to give up the gang life either you Ending up dead or end up in jail Getting this green like i'm cooking up kale Feeling like yeat getting saved by the bell That nigga a snitch, u know he gon tell Dead opps in my lean cuz i'm sippin em well Serving them feins off the flip phone Call me the plug like i'm cisco Ian folding on the kinfolk Scoring dubs in the end zone He got the drop but ain't pushing my way so My nigga what u got a stick for 556 point the gun at his dick now he busting A move to the disco My niggas crazy they pull up wit glocks They put the molly inside of they socks Pretty white ho asking me for the cock I don't know her name ima call her Megan Fox Shout out brookmere that's my hood til i die ima keep on repping that block If you owe me money and wasting my time Then i guess you could say that i'm punching the clock Kick in his crib and tell him bye bye Bullets connecting i call it wifi Taking his bitch, pulling her hair, mixing her guts like we making sci-fi That boy keep on playing then he finna die Aim at his face and he ain't gon survive 762 hit him right in his eye Call him an angel we made that boy fly