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iiCCYY EJ

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Sneak for addys but still didn't @ me
Never hiding, they still couldn't tag me
And I know that ya bitch wanna jack me
Don't make it hot, I'm LeBron when I pack heat
And you know my range go to the logo
Been a G, never needed a Polo
If my niggas can't make it I'm solo
Spin on them Niggas, get hit with a YoYo
First of all lemme get to the point if you dead in the ground, then you know I ain't capping
Everybody be claiming I'm soft, 'cause I never pop off, what the f*ck is he jacking?
Chill nigga, I keep me a jacket. Yes I was tucking, I'm freezing the static
If you want to come get it, to test if I'm with it. Lil nigga, then stop with the yapping
Tell bro I won't pass that rock. Feeling like Kobe, I'll cash my shots
That side gon' catch this Glock Live thru the night, I'll last, won't stop
Don't test, don't flex. And you better come correct, if you living through past, bitch die
So don't talk like you bout it. I'm moving around, and the rest of 'em know not to try
They be slipping, they know they ain't tuff
Stomping the yard? Then bitch step up
My bros, they know I'm clutch
I can't miss, I won't miss once
Say they don't like me, I know Won't trip
This blick, make sure, that shit, gets done
Did he bop over his body for smoke? I did this clip hold more than a Puff
Smoke a block up, they know how we serving
WASTELAND! You play then we burn 'em
Cut 'em up, they know I'm Mr. Surgeon
I don't know why they be saying I'm nervous
Brain Freeze, she see iiCCYY get to slurping
Shake it, shake it! She want a Birkin
I act up in the night I be lurking
Like what? I'll murk 'em
If you not in my shoes you ain't stepping
Hold up run it back, you don't know that we reck shit?
Nike my Tech, who the f*ck is he checking?
Even his hood know I shouldn't be messed with
Bullet pins drop then we split 'em in sections
Straight to guns, I ain't wit all the stressing
Sent to the Gates, he get turned to a blessing for Bills, I'm telling you, watch who you flex wit
Niggas don't know that I been on the map
Like, I know where everyone at
I know the ones who be spamming to sprint, but this isn't 2k where ya energy at?
I know some shooters who jump out the gym with unlimited take and don't ever relax
DBLii might hit your memory cap
Like, he won't remember this strap
Niggas don't really be moving around, if he look up the pin then we shooting them down
Don't cap for the music I'm true to the sound, he ain't really bout smoke he be moving too loud
Like woah
My Soulja smoove with the pounds
I know
Deady put you in the ground
And we really put opps in a box, swear to God man these niggas could never last 200 rounds
Like
I'm getting lit in the function
Got a problem my bro finna dump it
Never added the funds, we dividing his back, catch him lacking like Ricky he running
Don't get mad if you go off assumptions
He got a ticket to hell, imma punch it
Over bitches these niggas be munching
I just be fuckin and dip, no discussion
Took a Lil Boat with the Wock and they know imma pop,
Niggas done thought I was Russian
Y'all just be throwing them shots that we know you don't got, f*ck around and I'm causing destruction
Don't run don't trip these shells be pumping
Shout out Geo for all the production
I pull up on ya bitch and she suck it
She know my body I tell her it's nothing
And they know I be zooming the streets
Hop in the whip ain't no limit the speed
I'm not Durk but I'm signed to the streets
I'm too turnt can't get like me
Dior shirt with the all white jeans
I Will Rock him if he try to compete
Word to my dead he ain't fucking with me
Don't speak on my name if you not with the team
Try to get up better bring me the cheese
Can't trust you again 'cause you might be a leach
I don't know who you been dissing but you had my lo for a minute I know that you weak
Don't say you gonna kill, you ain't been on no drill so don't post on your story reacting to me
I've been on the block with a Glock in my sock, I can tell when a nigga be ducking the beef
There that Nigga go
Oh ok!
Rock out bro, no Curt Cobain
He tried to cross bro
Woah, ok!
If he in the streets better look both ways
He tried run but he's slow in the brain
If he hiding we scope where he lay
For the chips, we gonna throw him away
I'm in my bag I might shit on the bank
Think what you want 'cause I don't give a f*ck I don't let niggas get me pissed off anymore
I'm on a mission to get this chicken, you f*ck with the riches I'm upping the score
Like Huh?
Better not drop me a lo, cuz I'm taking his main for the noodles fasho
If her pussy not gushy I'm dropping the hoe
I'm a real rasta I'm bout what I smoke like

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