What's up, Rello We got it, and it's close, Bugatti's, ah yeah, I know, I know, they want this, they want that we will never be divided tell them pull up FOO

I trust my gut feeling cause my heart couldnt tell if my **** is fake

My dawg smoke so much dead OPP starting to think that he visit they grave

Yeah I had to get it

And I had to flip it

Couldn’t deal with no minimum wage

Get a stove

Then u get u a slave

Then whip whip whip all day

Just For running yo mouth

U just might lose a foot

Ha

Kunta Kente

Give a fuck what anybody else on

Ima just do my thang

Yes these eliante stones

You know I’m kool wit the gang, gang

Ion just shoot hoe I BANG bang

And you might catch two to yo brain

First thing first

Pray to God but I don’t go to church

Aye I’m solid you know that it’s merched

Want some dollars then hoe show yo worth

I’m not talking what’s under yo skirt

She wit me the Glock in her purse

She rolling a wood

But I’m rolling off perks

Oh shit I’m served

But hold up don’t worry

Gotta go get it

Up early the morning

Selling

words and perks

And all that

ARPs

And Oowops

And 40s

Ima doctor I got something for you

Take two of these

Then call in the morning

I be ballin like All Star Jordan

 Don’t fuck with **** cause they Law Informants

**** if it’s smoke then we all out warring

Gotta tall bitch I call her my shorty

I don’t wanna hear no sob stories

Dread head rasta Soup Bob Marley

Both hands clutch on two Glock 40s

You can get popped fuck **** I warned ya

On it since a jit

Pop Warner

Two hand touch that’s tag and I’m on it

They gone have to mourn ya

You gone be a goner

Get off the bench

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