BOX EM!
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Rrahh Gang, Gang Gang I catch me a opp, I ain't showin' remorse I jump in a X5, I jump in a Porsche If they try to box, I throw it in sport If they throwin' shade then we throwin' shots Snap like a pic, his mind gettin' cropped Give a YoungBoy head, just want a Lil Top I hit him up Tupac Shakur, I'ma put you in a box Throwin' these bullets, he picked like locks Pass me the sticks, let the dualshock Them shits hit his back and his body had dropped We on the A and we posted with glocks He post on the B, he bound to get shot He throw up the C, he must be a cop He throw up the G, he got hit by the glock Now, it's a dead nigga in the dirt Big white-tee with his face on a shirt But that's what he get, for dissin' on bro He could of got wacked when he come out that sto' And we wouldve scored, but Brodie got low 7.62s gone rip thru the floor 7.62s gone rip thru the door Get worked by a bitch then you meet the lord Call me a artist, the pistol I draw Talk out his chin then i'm breakin' his jaws If he in the spot, he get with the paws Send him to clouds, i'm makin' him spawn Thinkin' bout stretchin' niggas when I yawn Spin by his crib, leave him on the lawn I ain't takin' no shorts, these bullets go long I'm throwin' these bullets, I ain't got no sympathy Shark On Land, these bitches they hittin'me Uppin' the glock, this shit get wicked John Wick score, i'm tryna finish em' All black jeep and this shit tinted Don't do fish bowls, big sticks in it They click up with opps then the score get bigger G-19 and the clip bigger I'm stuffin' this bitch, she a gold digger I walk in the party and this shit get bussin' Bullets start flyin then I get the buggin' 12 on the way, he got with a dozen Why niggas dissin' me all of a sudden? I'm outta control, start pushin' the button I'm tryna bake his ass like a oven Relative bullets, they hittin' ya cousin Hit in his head, he got a concussion Clap me a nigga, I call it percussion He got flat top, heat up his muffin Smoke me a nigga then I get the puffin' Whip out the tool, I'm drillin' her walls Catch him in summer, he better not fall I'm speakin' the truth, niggas be false I'ma shorten his height, the clip too tall Uh, I got ingredients I'll cook me a nigga Flashin 'the gun, now I'm takin' his picture I'm tryna score, i'll bake me a nigga It's a cold world, i'll shake me a nigga Give me what you got, you a bitch lil nigga Niggas don't be on shit when they be outside Call up the bros, it's time to ride Grab my pole, it's time to slide He outside then he gone die He think he low, i'm sendin' him high Niggas on dick and i'm like why? They wolf on the gram, I don't reply They call me the man cuz' i'm that guy Spin like a washer, i'm leavin' him dry Bang at ya kufi, you meetin' Allah Gang, Bitch Rrahh Rrahh, Bow-Bow ImSoSlimee
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Written by: Abdullah Bey, Jermaine Mattocks
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