RIP Summer
8Ball Ay
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Bring out the white t shirts We all up in the dirt Don't let em catch me first Lil folks a monster, he a demon (demon) He be shooting shit for no reason (no reason) Pistols blow, it don't matter, he ain't never freezing (he ain't freezing) He say he'll never trust a bitch, it ain't no sneaking Motto chase a bag so you know shorty never linking He gone leave them niggas bleeding His brother in a cell, they trending out to free him He say he feening so them triggers get to squeezing And he gone shoot for real, don't care what you believe in Shorty know it ain't no game cause this life can't be faked He finna die up in the streets, he say his life end by fate Ain't shit was given to him so he learned how to take Say if niggas play then 12 gone find they part by the lake It's plenty niggas want him dead now But they can't catch him, he compare em to the Feds now He thought he could go and get a night to lay his head down But 3 shots hit his cousin, DOA, call it a man down If it's not he would've bled out Shorty prayed that it's a dream, and he gone beg now Dude blew his cousin now they reaching in the lead pile Shorty called the guys, I guess it's time for the revenge now We bring out the white t shirts This summer we all in the dirt I just pray that they don't catch me first Don't want my og to see me in that hearse Lord I pray that they don't catch me first Please don't let them niggas catch me first Thinking bout it only makes it worse, I really hope my og don't see me in that hearse Get back stuck inside his brain now, found the nigga name out He keep spinning blocks we said you shooting at the same house Up in traffic switching lanes wild, looking for his face out His homie got the drop now they got addy to his safe house Pushing 90 in suburbans, finna put some work in Shorty put a bag on his head, he ain't talking birkin His homie caught him, "there go dude" Hopped out the car to shoot But dude was someone cousin too (so what we do) We bring out the white t shirts This summer we all in the dirt I just pray that they don't catch me first Don't want my og to see me in that hearse We bring out the white t shirts This summer we all in the dirt I just pray that they don't catch me first Don't want my og to see me in that hearse Lord I pray that they don't catch me first Please don't let them niggas catch me first Thinking bout it only makes it worse, I really hope my og don't see me in that hearse Please don't let 'em catch me first Please don't let 'em catch me first We all fall the same and that's what hurts But please Lord, don't let 'em catch me first
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