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Every fuckin' track, you heard? It's that DudeyLo nigga, man, shot after fuckin' shot Like, yo, Hardhead, how many fuckin' tracks we gon' geek on, bro? Baow, baow, baow (Hardheaded, baby) Come here, baow, baow Let me talk, let me give them a visual Better walk with it, don't let 'em get to you Brains all on the floor, it was critical Hospital sound, well, you know that he— Well, you know that he dead Like this Glock, he got one in the head Mama need me, can't think about death Throw first, DudeyLo, I'm the threat (Ah, ah, baow) That's what you hear when it's time for thе doctors to get 'em Rainy day, we just caught us a victim Paint thе city, they play with my twinnem, baow, baow Like, like how many times did I say I don't play about mines? You think I'm just sayin' this shit 'cause it rhyme? This is the sound that you hear when he— What you hear when he die I ain't gon' lie, lost bro and I cried Park the V, spinnin' nights on they side You ain't hear 'bout what happened to— No, I can't say his name Word to my dead, I don't care 'bout the fame And if they send me the addy, I came I got Cz in the night, I got Cz in the day And, and these bitches, and these bitches gon' get you in trouble Think with your dick, you get put in a duffle Or she might just really wanna fuck you See, see, that's where it get tricky Is it worth it to die for some kitty? But what if it's pain and that pussy get drippy? Fuck it, I'ma just go with my blicky Let me talk, let me give them a visual Better walk with it, don't let 'em get to you Brains all on the floor, it was critical Hospital sound, well, you know that he— Well, you know that he dead Like this Glock, he got one in the head Mama need me, can't think about death Throw first, DudeyLo, I'm the threat (Ah, ah, baow) They thought it was sweet, had to switch up the plan Big gun, I made most of them ran I was out bendin' when they said I can't Summertime, I was troopin', when they was in camp They say they opps, but I think they fans They don't come to this block, they just chill on the 'Gram They don't pick up they knock and come let that shit blam Bro got touched, we was spinnin' like fans Like, wait, I'm 'bout to tell 'em Wait, let me tell 'em how we really get Wait, let me tell 'em how we get in Vs and somehow Every time somebody end up hit Wait, what? Please don't forget Please don't forget what we did to your friend Please don't forget about boy that was ballin' on court But we had to put him on a bench Let me talk, let me give them a visual Better walk with it, don't let 'em get to you Brains all on the floor, it was critical Hospital sound, well, you know that he— Well, you know that he dead Like this Glock, he got one in the head Mama need me, can't think about death Throw first, DudeyLo, I'm the threat (Ah, ah) Baow, baow, baow Baow, baow, baow Every fuckin' track (Hardheaded, baby)