die in prison (feat. foe kin)

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If I get locked up
Yeah, I'm finna say it like I'm just Telling a story
If I get locked up, ain't no switching
He gon' die in prison
Cut it out, bro
If I get locked up
Ain't no switching
He gon' die in prison
Won't leave no witness
Spin they block for day, that's back to Back, ain't no forgetting
Two two threes with dumb Extensions
Keep a drum, teach him a lesson
They ain't really stepping
Come inside this session, this shit Gon' get deadly
We gon' split his melon since he like Tellin
Take his tongue out of his mouth so He can't speak on shit
Ain't no more storytelling
He like talkin' to the pigs
Get Charlotte's Webb up out this bit
One to the head for the shit he did
And I can't speak, or say no names
Or you won't never see me again
We gon' take a soul, that's on my soul
That boy gon' with the wind
And I can't fuckin' wait
To get his Patna out the way
Got problems, pussy, spin today
Why you ain't slide, seen me outside Of where you stay
Had all the rights, you hesitated
I'm heavily medicated
Right now I'm sedated
Rollin' all these opp packs back to Back
My lungs can't even take it
But I'm still gon' face it
By my lonely, I'll evaporate him
If I catch your bitch ass slipping
Shoot this bitch until it's finished
I'll decapitate him
I'm like Doc McStuffins in this bitch
I might stuff him with them bullet Holes
I sent right through his whip
Look in my soul, you won't see shit
And even when it's warmer days
My heart be colder than a fridge
Know you seen a lot of shit
But you ain't live the life we lived
Touched my bro and I don't know
If I could ever try forget
Try me, you die in this bitch
Seven six two fly in his crib
Two two threes can catch his kids
F*ck that bitch, that hoe had sucked My dick
And we guns up on all the pigs
So EBK can't tell me shit
Gon' hit the bank on swipin' shit
Need a zone, off all my opps
I can't get right with him
That pussy slip and he get dipped
Ain't tryna fight, I keep my glick
Keep thirty shots up in my clip
Forty on my waist, I'm forty eight
Tatt that on my face
Put you in your place then hit your Safe
Then it's ondale, tell gang
I'm on the way, we split the cake
And then we on our way
Never go out bad or go out sad
Get mad and grab the K
Opps know where I stay
How you wanna play
Go GTA
Pull up where you stay
Gettin' stripped like you finna bathe
Bitch, we in the A
If you lookin', you must think shit Pussy
Never been on go, but your ass green
So what the f*ck you mean
Tell me how that work
I can do it better than they whole Team
Off a Perk, his nose bleeding
Buddy took the whole thing
Woo, yeah, that's the whole scene
Bruh just got the Glock
I'm on they block tryna make these Hoes scream
Told them what he did to me
On God, that was a whole dream
Nigga, all these bowls clean
Lean by the load green
Drivin' back to back
We movin' packs, cause I'm the road King
Me and Trap, trip goals
Yeah, we got the whole thing
Pull up to his shit, we leave him Swish cheese
If he play with me
Nigga know the game for real
Bitch, we play it deep
Forty eight, R.I.P. to the fuckin' Street
Yeah, to the fuckin' street
If I get locked up, ain't no switching
He gon' die in prison, won't leave no Witness
Spin they block for days, that's back To back ain't no forgetting
Two two three's with dumb Extension
Keep a drum, teach him a lesson
They ain't really stepping
Come inside this session
This shit gon' get deadly
We gon' split his melon, since he like Tellin
Take your tongue out of his mouth
So he can't speak on shit
Ain't no more storytelling
He like talkin' to the pigs
Get Charlotte's Webb up out this Bitch
One to the head for the shit he did
And I can't speak or
Say no names or you won't never see Me again

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