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See Y'all Again
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Uh
Bang Gang, we ain't scared of them
Scared
Ladies and gentlemen, my main man, Jamo, Jamo
Yeah
Y'all niggas come at me, 30 round is here, we let the bitch blow
Baby like pull up, make him pop on the show
I got the strap on me and come in the party with more than a huncho
Bring them back, I gotta get this shit gone
New opp, finna hit the biggest lick of my life
Couple racks, told him turn off my phone
Live life vampire, nigga, gon' root, take down these notes
12, Free BJ and Sumo, I just want bro to come home
I pull that Glock to the full P mill
Can't come to the block you unknown
I got a Glock in my pocket and I had to blow it, ain't gotta reload
Yeah
Fuck that bit, I went first base with
A bit, ain't tryin' to do nothing else
Smoke my opp, put him on a top shelf
Big air smoking boy, just talk shit, I hate it
That pot in back, need to talk to the damn J
Lock in my pack and he busts that knee in the face like steak
I do what I want and ain't even gotta
Go to Atlanta, I'll still be great
Post up station, Sumo
We take catches and play
Uh, we might, we try to make us a way
I get shocked by anything
I'm in the world with a stick and you start earthquake
Hold on tight to your damn, my body
I'm from the pot, that boy just told it
I had to fold it, but then I do super legit
I ain't playing games with these dumb
Ass hoes, nigga fuck Mac, fuck Stevie
Hop out at night with that car just like Jeeper Creeper
I got cut, I ain't never gon' play see the goddamn team
Talk to my woe in jail phone, they gotta see how I get it
Only be the war, I ain't got no friends
Yeah
Y'all niggas come at me, 30 round is here, we let the bitch blow
Baby like pull up, make him pop on the show
I got the strap on me and come in the party with more than a huncho
Bring them back, I gotta get this shit gone
New opp, finna hit the biggest lick of my life
Couple racks, told him turn off my phone
Live life vampire, nigga, gon' root, take down these notes
12, Free BJ and Sumo, I just want bro to come home
I pull that Glock to the full P mill
Can't come to the block you unknown
I got a Glock in my pocket and I had to blow it, ain't gotta reload
Yeah
Fuck that bit, I went first base with
A bit, ain't tryin' to do nothing else
Smoke my opp, put him on a top shelf
Big air smoking boy, just talk shit, I hate it
That pot in back, need to talk to the damn J
Lock in my pack and he busts that knee in the face like steak
I do what I want and ain't even gotta
Go to Atlanta, I'll still be great
Live life vampire, nigga, gon' root, take down these notes
12, Free BJ and Sumo, I just want bro to come home
I pull that Glock to the full P mill
Can't come to the block you unknown
I got a Glock in my pocket and I had to blow it, ain't gotta reload
It
I do what I want and ain't even gotta
Go to Atlanta, I'll still be great
Post up station, Sumo
We take catches and play
Uh, we might, we try to make us a way
I get shocked by anything
I'm in the world with a stick and you start earthquake
Hold on tight to your damn, my body
I'm from the pot, that boy just told it
I had to fold it, but then I do super legit
I ain't playing games with these dumb
Ass hoes, nigga fuck Mac, fuck Stevie
Hop out at night with that car just like Jeeper Creeper
I got cut, I ain't never gon' play, see the goddamn team
Talk to my woe in jail phone, they gotta see how I get it
Only be the war, I ain't got no friends
Yeah
Y'all niggas come at me, 30 round is here, we let the bitch blow
Baby like pull up, make him pop on the show
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