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BET!
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Woah, who the fuck they tryna tweet, on go
Bout 30 and BJ I eat, no show
We pulling up were that boy sleep, big show
We don't want some niggas on street
I’m doppelgänger, and my partner just hanging
My bih' want nunchucks, my niggas start swangin
I fill my whole cup with wock and this brisk in container
I promise we knock niggas off just like Jenga
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I love DJ GREN8DE
)
Bet all that shit up, nigga, I'm with whatever, nigga, on the mob, nigga
Bust at that boy ‘til he can’t walk no more
It's been a couple weeks since I talk to Jojo
I'm GF ‘til I die, still won't play ‘bout that four
It's some thot hoes with us, I'm tryna roll that boat
Tan Kel-Tec, that bih' foldable, I put that bitch in my coat
Pull out that rod and go fishing for niggas
They can't find that boy like Nemo
Sumo he Crip so we just gon’ call him C-mo
We give him a stitch, he might as well hang with Lilo
This Baby Life shit get reckless
We stack the bread just like Tetris but we do not look up to Rico
They tryna lock my whole gang but we ain’t got no RICO
This ain't GTA, we shoot niggas for real, we ain’t got no cheat code
I ain't claiming that bitch, but yeah, that's my hoe
Show me that pussy, just tease it
Pull out that gun like Young Wheezy
Spray that boy down with freshener but this ain't no Febreze
Bust that boy head, concrete
If you pop yo gang, you need to keep that in the street, just keep it discreet
I’m not Jimmy Butler but I shoot that boy like the heat
I miss my woah, you know I go twice about Ri
Woah, who the fuck they tryna tweet, on go
Bout 30 and BJ I eat, no show
We pulling up were that boy sleep, big show
We don't want some niggas on street
I'm doppelgänger, and my partner just hanging
My bih' want nunchucks, my niggas start swangin
I fill my whole cup with wock and brisk in container
I promise we knock niggas off just like Jenga
Huh, we clap a fuck nigga, don't shoot outta anger
Don't pipe that boy Kobe head up he had gun with no bullets, he lamer
Category of some things, I just won't be the one stranger
Pass that hoe and fuck her face, tell me if it's tasty
He got the fye in the hand but why the fuck the nigga shaking
Huh, can't hit no more licks, I been thinking ‘bout taking
I'ma wipe that boy nose if he make me
Take him on that ride, promise he can't take me
Wanna be psyched out, stop all that faking
When I was locked up, I seen PTD Brazy get stabbed
Nigga be playing both sides thats how you get dragged
Card in the lock on my door, I pop that I wag
I was locked up, fifth floor, shit sad (Sad)
Gang shit, nigga, y'know what the fuck mobbin, nigga
On the mobbin, nigga, twice, nigga
We can do whatever nigga, on the mob (Yeah)
Bet that shit up, then yo' ass wanna snake me, nigga
On God nigga, two can play this game (Gang shit, nigga, twice!)
(Fuck) We gone be ok
Bust at that boy ‘til he can't walk no more
It's been a couple weeks since I talk to Jojo
I'm GF ‘til I die, still won't play ‘bout that four
It's some thot hoes with us, I'm tryna roll that boat
Tan Kel-Tec, that bih' foldable, I put that bitch in my coat
Pull out that rod and go fishing for niggas
They can't find that boy like Nemo
Sumo he Crip so we just gon' call him C-mo
We give him a stitch, he might as well hang with Lilo
This Baby Life shit get reckless
We stack the bread just like Tetris but we do not look up to Rico
They tryna lock my whole gang but we ain't got no RICO
This ain't GTA, we shoot niggas for real, we ain't got no cheat code
I ain't claiming that bitch, but yeah, that's my hoe
Bust at that boy ‘til he can't walk no more
It's been a couple weeks since I talk to Jojo
I'm GF ‘til I die, still won't play ‘bout that four
It's some thot hoes with us, I'm tryna roll that boat
Tan Kel-Tec, that bih' foldable, I put that bitch in my coat
Pull out that rod and go fishing for niggas
They can't find that boy like Nemo
Sumo he Crip so we just gon' call him C-mo
We give him a stitch, he might as well hang with Lilo
This Baby Life shit get reckless
We stack the bread just like Tetris but we do not look up to Rico
They tryna lock my whole gang but we ain't got no RICO
This ain't GTA, we shoot niggas for real, we ain't got no cheat code
I ain't claiming that bitch, but yeah, that's my hoe
Gotta get that money, this is a must, deodorant
They tryna take me away from what I really love to do, I gotta repent
The gang faced indictment, that don't make no sense
I'm BL4L, my vamps, they cutting that check
Take his shit break that boy arm off he tryna flex
Catch my main man in New York then I hop on that Jet
I don't wanna make love, I just wanna have sex
Bitches is so gullible, they only good for that neck
If I can't make no money today, I'm upset
Its DGTO in that bitch, try me like it's that
Soon as I'm off house arrest, pull out that yat
I ain't forget bout that shit bitch I get back
Shot up houses for you and you do me like that?, BET! (Sayless)
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