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Yo, all I needs a phone call to tell me that he's there Give me 15 minutes, now there's choppers in the air (choppers) Six bells in the pop, 16 in the reh' Five bells in the four, hella corn we can share Big hammers on deck, little man sit down (sit down) Three in the three shot, the spinners holds six rounds Six bags for the Glee, the double barrel came cheap We got a .9 with a whistle, long clip full of sweets You know we swept up the streets, my guy's took the piss I won't draw for this mash if I'm not bulleting his wig I shot the main ones, I'll catch the others in a bit If we get the right drop, you know we fucking up his shit They can say what they want, but they'll see me and fold Fresh G19, clip filled up with gold Four bells in the pump, but six what it holds You don't wanna see bro, gangs fully on smoke All I needs a phone call to tell me that he's there Give me 15 minutes, now there's choppers in the air (choppers) Six bells in the pop, 16 in the reh' Five bells in the four, hella corn we can share Big hammers on deck, little man sit down (sit down) Three in the three shot, the spinners holds six rounds Six bags for the Glee, the double barrel came cheap We got a .9 with a whistle, long clip full of sweets They could never throw dirt on my name Shot guys point-blank with a smirk on my face Don't be asking the guys when this beefs gonna stop As long as opps are alive then this wap stays cocked I'm from H-U-D, you know the town full of rats F-Block, you know my strips full of straps Drive-by's, lean out, double tap Slide the clip in the G19 and pull it back You know them bootings I done was silly Knife works crazy, I put ten on my nizzy Spent a bag on a dinger, six on a glizzy Spent another 4.5 on this fizzy We got waps, think it's cap? Come and walk with me I ain't deading no beef, stop calling me He got shot in the - Anytime he gets a trim he gets thoughts of me All I needs a phone call to tell me that he's there Give me 15 minutes, now there's choppers in the air (choppers) Six bells in the pop, 16 in the reh' Five bells in the four (five), hella corn we can share Big hammers on deck, little man sit down (sit down) Three in the three shot, the spinners holds six rounds Six bags for the Glee, the double barrel came cheap We got a .9 with a whistle, long clip full of sweets (blah)
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