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Out the window Me and Gizzle with them dracos, that's not accidental GG, back on that bullshit Bitch I'm high as fuck, I just left the club Tried to put it on some niggas but they had some luck Bitches pullin' up, smosh go get the truck Fish a ton up out the thirty, now they gotta duck Fat dog tried to run it, hangin' out the windows Me and Gizzle with them dracos, that's not accidental Bitch I'm monumental, and you not fundamental Stay surrounded by them shooters, Malcom in the Middle Bitch you like my swag, bitch come hit this dab You can't get no cash, better get some ass They can't get no money, that's why these niggas mad Oof they lookin' funny, can't go get my bag Niggas Loony Toony, bitch my life a movie DF them my goonies, shoutout to Lil Moony Said you comin' for me, you ain't never do it Boy you fuckin' stupid, know I keep that uzi 30 30 30, shoot that bitch like Curry Now we playin' dirty, we ain't never worried We ain't never worried, Phil pour up that dirty Told it's emergency, niggas gettin' buried Patek cost a check, I iced out my neck Seven figure nigga, how he got the city like that Take no disrespect, Glizzys on your set (GG) Boy you better have your dog or they gon' make a mess You was geekin' too, haha Bitch I'll shoot a nigga, Goo talkin' 'bout, shoot that nigga dawg! Shoot that nigga! We the fuckin' murder team, come and clear the scene Sorry if we crush your dreams, Martin Luther King That KelTec it got a beam, do not intervene Niggas too high off the lean, they lost they self-esteem I'm head honcho in my city, I'm the fucking king Niggas ain't really tryna get busy, what the fuck you mean I had a semi with a fifty, I was seventeen Baby come fly high with Glizzy, give you fucking wings Young street nigga with some money, went and bought some choppers Young street nigga with some money, I'll knock off your roster These niggas can't wait to drop a dime, they wanna see us locked up These niggas ain't really got no time, they some goddamn imposters You see this bitch with me so fine and she so fuckin' proper I flew this bitch all the way to DC just to fuckin' pop it Remember you was fighting them niggas out there, I came through and stopped it Bitch why is you askin' me about my outfit? you ain't gon' fuckin' cop it Bitch why is you askin' me am I out here, you a fuckin' watcher? Bitch cover your eyes, you might get blind here, see these fucking watches? Little boy go get your own gun, this my fucking rocket Out in LA hittin' home runs like I'm fucking dodgin' I don't think you understand, my niggas super wild All my niggas they been thugging since a juvenile Out here for a while, remember when they killed Lil Kow Forever Tray-7, bitch go 'head and take a bow Forever Tray-7, bitch go 'head and take a bow Forever Tray-7, bitch forever Tray-7 Bitch forever Tray-7, bitch go 'head and take a bow Bitch go 'head and take a bow
Writer(s): Milan Modi, Marquis Amonte King, The Producer Izze Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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