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Blaow, blaow
Stop posting throwbacks, boy, you broke, you fucked
In the trap, I don't want 50s
Hit the lights, you know they ain't fuckin' with us
Just 'cause you bein' yo' ass, he crazy to you
****, ass ain't crazy to us
Ain't crowin', I'm ready to spare
They hop out the V, this on blood if they touchin' me
I ain't watch no opp, so roll that V
I get that drop, I swang that heat
Stop rappin' that cap, yo' ass ain't street
She gon' fuck just 'cause my teeth
Q5 on Demon Time
One hand off on the front of her, I go break her spine
SRT, they know I love high speeds when twit come hop behind
Button, boy, get weak, get weak
That bitch, they know that we mo' hate her
Ain't no high and I bounce out the V
When I look at my man, they know that I'm already sprayin'
She nasty when she out in person
But we ain't got no more, so shot if it bust, I'm examinin'
With my son, I really hate violence
But I ain't tryna talk no more when that Glock in my hand
Can't lie, swear to Cap, done crashed the bitch
She a 10, but she got a fake ass and shit
And I hop out for them
On screen, now get the fuck down
They know when we blastin' shit
I cry if I can't kill an opp
They know how I get, I get on that sassy shit
You spoke on my brother, we killin' every one of your homies
And catch you last and shit
V bitch, I get rolled up
No face, he got shot close up
I hop out, get on V
I hit this switch and send your soul up
I bust this hoe for a night
She think I'ma cuddle and shit and hold her
****, we'll slide on them all right now
We winnin' this shit and we 'bout like four up
****, I fuck her to crack her card
You fuck her to use her card
Ain't got no money, can't win no war
You a runner, ****, run to the store
I got a drop on every single one of you ****
I come through, I'm swingin' these beats
Yeah, he ain't even talk, tryna come out the window
He drop down the street and he hangin' and shit
These ****, they hangin'
You fucked for a night, you ain't fuckin'
You speak my language
It be the most gangsta **** you know
Who would get in that room, now he had to get to singin'
Hit his ass in the brain
He was thinkin' too much 'bout spinnin'
He shouldn't been thinkin'
I was down the road, I was usin' my knife
He was down the road gettin' tried by danglin'
**** on beat, ****
On beat, boy
I gotta roll my knife
I gotta roll my knife, you down the road gettin' tried by Dymi ****, on five
