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I don't know why niggas always talkin' bout a snitch
Seen Richard at that game and he ran man he a bitch
JD ass tryna run up damn near beat him, out his kicks
If Lil Divi ass was outside, he be askin' for his kit

That's on three, if them niggas keep on playin
Boy, we gon' murder three, 187
Send a pussy straight to heaven he on a Tee
Niggas gangsta, but we runnin' to the gram when it's beef

Had to go on JD shit, cause I was feelin' like JV
Took my mask off, now it's time to drill a nigga
Remember when I used to hoop, but now I'm out here killin' niggas
I'm the type to walk up on you, then spill a nigga

Feel like Ju , banana clip up in this chop I'm finna peel a nigga
Niggas always claimin' shit that they ain't do
So when I slide, I'ma make sure that I catch another two
Cause when I pop, I'ma drop another deuce

My man's locked, but if I catch em, it's gon' be free' me too
I swear this shit in my religion, bitch, I only rap the truth
I'm finna spark a right now, three-five in the booth
Got a whole bow with me with your bitch in the coupe

Bring that pape back to me, bitch, that's all you gotta do
You would never catch me lacking, keep a blick on standby
Five-five-six, leave a nigga assed out
He hangin' out the window, Brody get his ass na

Yeah, that's gon' lay his ass down
Coulda did it to that nigga Leek so many times
Get a bitch or his man just to get that nigga slimed
He don't think that he a die, ok I'm finna blow his mind

What the f*ck is a deuce? I just poured it in my pop, nigga
Ju done turned the traction off we finna go slide
Like that opp bitch, she gon' ghost ride, she can eat the dick
I mean, I don't mind, worried about a bitch, you need to go slide

Wake up to a bag and I can stand on it
What about that T, we put your mans on it
Brand new big B's, I blew a band on em
Bitch, I'm quick to get the blowing up the fan on em

Man, them niggas tell a story, that shit a fantasy
I'm with a nigga, bitch, not cause she a fan of me
And I know a nigga spit on your mans, his name Stanley
And I know a nigga who shoot up cribs and hit your family

Shit, we ain't, know we was finna stump JD, that shit was random
Oh you seen that nigga, send the lo, we finna blam him
Nigga think he finna cop a pole , we finna ham him
Nigga think he finna get some sauce, we finna scam em

Seen that nigga in that car, we lit it up like it's a candle
556, that's some shit a deuce can't handle
High as hell, shit be fuckin' up my chest
Brung a bag to the crib, and ju be fuckin' up the rest

We at that party, Opps be duckin' all the reck
He shot my finger, but he shoulda wore a vest
Nigga, listen clearly, bitch, we aim above the chest
Nigga, she think I love her, I just want her for the neck

Nigga, she think I'm dumb, she just want me for the check
Nigga, come send the lo so we can put some shit to rest
Freaky bitch tried to kiss me, she ain't even get a peck
I'm finna foul out, I'm hittin' niggas with that tech

Man, pits, in this shit, finna send it to the Vet
If my nigga JV was free, he woulda took your scat, nigga
Alright bet, nigga, I ain't got no weed, so I smoked a black, nigga
I'm finna give your ass a pape, you don't know how to dress, nigga

I'm finna take this nigga stick, cause he don't ever step, nigga
I ain't really bout to smoke no fuckin' black
I'll pull up in that fuckin' black cat, nigga
I be on the war and really sell a crack, nigga

Catch a deuce, you know I'ma get him fapped with it
I'm on three, nigga

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