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(Shxytsu) Fuck, fuck, fuck Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out Brick wall, nigga ain't never been to the project Look at my scram, my spread, my profit Should've never signed, now I can't even drop shit D.N.D my phone while I'm makin' my hot shit Whole hood strapped, we got blicks and they cocked back Lil' twin scared to drop his music, better drop that I just get roof access, go through the stairs I don't give a fuck 'bout no drip, I just wear it I ain't never broke down no bag, I just tear it Put on that black, my drip transparent Think you psyched out, you ain't got no experience I just pull racks out, that shit in my pants Everybody gon' run 'cause we got contraband Nigga can't roll, they blunts be fucked up Why you want smoke wit' lil' gang? You dumb fuck Keep it in the trench, I won't argue through my music Every time I choke the trigger, I abuse it That wasn't me, I wasn't there, I ain't do it When I stop, you smell that gas, pipe pump This lil' beat make me wig', this lil' beat jump Smoked up the quety, my QP done shrunk I know you cap, I just know how you come Bags in the trunk, I just emptied out the trunk I fuck with lil' twin all my shows be piped up Switch up my skin, I just put on a night look Niggas gon' tell on themself, you write books Lil' twin think he demonic, a night crook Switch up the whip, I done had this bitch too long Blicky can't fit in my pants, this bit' too long Nigga psyched out, he see things, he must do shrooms Get on that 'za, don't get me to wiggin' I don't give no fuck 'cause my drip be specific Rapid fire dump, nigga up with a flapjack Scalin' that Drac', only time I got backpack Lil' twin send that drop, he like a lab rat I just punch in the pin number, I jab that I'ma be lit for some summers, I bet that Hit up my fine shit, see where her neck at Really got whip for real, I wouldn't even wreck that Skate away from the play, take me a jetpack Fuck, fuck, fuck
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