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Diamonds are forever (Know this shit forever nigga)
They won't leave in the night (Free the gang, free the guys)
I've no fear that they might
Desert me (Free Aston)
Send shots don't stop move hot
D's on my body can't walk on the block
Big chop I walk with a bop
Heard a new opp died should've walked with a knock
He a rat cause he talk to the cops
Face shot when he fall see his thoughts when he drop
Guns in won't fall for the props
he was talking a lot
Move tact when I walk on the spot
Make one false move get hawked on the spot
Real shit can't fall for a bop
won't fall for the drop
Fuck a deuce pay more for the Glock
pay more for the wock
Free the bros
Got back for the gang
Like flock 38
Free
Ain't no gang like mine
Deliman punching no boxing
Denims, Amari for me cause I'm popping
One in the top, I up I ain't stopping
How they ain't take an L and ain't drop it
Stop it
Slide through what? That's nonsense
no Thompson
Bands on his head, go shopping
We shooting movies I see that they wanna be actors
Smoking on wanna-be rappers
I'm tryna score if he play for the Lackers
CAT scan, he laying next to the pastor
And my niggas gon' do it the best
Brodie hop out the car he gon' finish the rest
We the reason why niggas obsessed
Smoking that boy that got hit in his chest
He stressed, they tripping
Opp thottie I use her for wisdom
Give her dick and I'm leaving her limping
Knock on my body the reason I'm limping
Get close can't dump that lead
on his head
Opp niggas mad
Pussy hurting baby give me head
Ooters flocking out the back seat
When them niggas cry it make me happy
I'm tryna lift that nigga like a taxi
40 be kicking call it jackie
It is what it is, nature
How niggas and bitches gon change up?
Opp thot you not in danger
Come to the part we smoking on Banga
Told my brother I got you don't change up
Stick to the and you getting your name up
And really these niggas can't tame us
Catch us a rapper we making his famous
spinning
He in the picture we get 'em
so cap we ain't feel 'em
Lost bro heart got cold no feeling
I need some healing, perc for the pain
Thinking he tough he gon die for a name
He up in heaven
Catch 'em and throw 'em bullets in his brain
Send him and his gang
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