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Triston Ja’mel Graham
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I was gon slide on your block but I'm really not feelin it uh
I do it any time that I want I juh hop ona beat
And I really start killin it uh
Gotta bad lil biddie don't know where she from
But all I know that she is Dominican uh
Hop on the beat and start killin it uh uhuh
My bag imma get in it uh
You cuffing that hoe but I been in it uhhh woah woah
I think he lost his mind yeah
I gotta chop for the crime yeah
Hide and go seek imma find yeah
I think that girl is a dime yeah
Choppa gone hit at his spine yeah
I hop on the beat and don't try yeah
Im off of this perc slowly dying
I ran up the bag u not my friend
I where the my moncler wen it's shining
Yeah I really made me a name
You is not one that you claim
Went thru the storm yuh I been thru the rain
Ye it's The next gen
Imma log off kuz I'm tired of textin
I got a Glock in the back hit that boy with the Wesson
Im finna hop on the beat you can hear the COMPRESSION
What is with all the aggression
That you show
I got a scope
I know you know
I dont even care no more im finna go
I ran up my racks and went buy me a coat
Buy me a coat kuz I run this shit up
Glock in the back and this shit finna buss
Tryna be gang but he ain't one of us
My diamonds yellow this shit like a bus
I was gon fuck on yo hoe but I'm really not feelin it uh
I fuck yo hoe and she feelin that uh
Im off a perc and I'm feelin like uh
Look at my wrist yeah this shit bright uh
She said she love me I dont give a fuck
Yeah yeah ha ha ha ha
I was gon slide on your block but I'm really not feelin it uh
I do it any time that I want I just hop ona beat
And I really start killin it uh ELA
Gotta bad lil biddie don't know where she from
But all I know that she is Dominican uh
Hop ona beat and start killin it uh uhuh
My bag imma get in it uh
You cuffin that hoe but I been in it uhhh woah woah
ELA You cuffing that hoe but I been in it uh woahhh
Man I fck from da back and she feelin it uh
Cough cough cough woahhhh
Man these bullets so big that it's fillin him up
Got a 556 and we hitting his aunt
Cant stop it he not about it
I'm wit my gang so run up your pockets
They all in my dms like lil bitch just drop ittt
ELA woahh ELA woahhh ELA ELA
Man I'm feelin like Kobe
Make a Fuck Nigga O.D
Man these Niggas don't know me
Man I'm high off that O.C
ELA ELA ELA ELA
Gotta Glock and we pulling his face
Make a fuck Nigga walked thru the rain
Have a Fuck Nigga running like jace
Keep fuckin wit me I might spitt in his face
Man this Nigga so nasty i caught him listening to drake
Writer(s): Triston Graham
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