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Uh, I'm on that King Von shit, nigga, shout out
I finna shake the streets with this motherfucker
Yeah, I was thuggin', I was in a creep
Bokeh, that can't be, I can't sleep

I was in some beef, let me call B.B
She ain't answer, my heart skipped a beat
She gotta be sleep, I got kids and they gotta eat
Can't die up in these streets, I'm with Dion

And he got the cake, let me check the wonder
How many bullets did you bring, my nigga
You say he don't remember, I'm like, f*ck, let him fly
Katariki out that nine, tell him bring his fuckin' pistol

And stay low, these bullets flyin
He made it through, had his gloves on, he ready for war
Then he handed me his gun, I put that bitch up on the bar
Then Jaqueline called my phone and said, come get me

I ain't far, bitch, I'm runnin' through the trenches
Tryna make it to my car, I got in
Then I had to spend, then I spent the game
I'm in the wind, temperature on ten

Ooh, I need a fiend
Oh, shit, I'm sweatin' and sick
I can't even see the motherfuckin' road
I'm packin' the business, motherfucker

Let me roll with the waterline
Then I swerve them to hit the curve
Like I'm on some liquor
Cut the license, text Jaqueline's phone

Don't forget the blocker
This the plate
When you see them niggas blowin' like a whistle
Give a f*ck about a witness

Nigga, hit him and who will
I hit the license, then I hit the blocker
Headed to the bando, got my soldier rag around my head
Boy, I felt like Rambo

Made it to the spot, no opps around
They ran out of ammo
Freakin' DM been up in this bitch
I pulled up with a Qualo

Then we four deep in this bitch
And I done ran to the closet
Then you in at the window
Lookin' out for your target

He said I'm Malibu
Just pulled up in that nigga, just parked it
Jaqueline and Tariq in the parking lot
And they sparky

Goddamn, what the f*ck, nigga
DM, what the f*ck you gon' do, man
Man, all my motherfuckin' brothers
Went outside and got their ass killed, man

F*ck
I was thuggin', I was in a creep
Focus, that can't be
I can't sleep, I was in some beef

Let me call BB
She ain't answer, my heart skipped a beat
She gotta be sleep
I got kids and they gotta eat

Can't die up in these streets
I'm with DM and he got the cake
Let me check the window
How many bullets did you bring, my nigga

He said he don't remember
I'm like, f*ck, let him fly
Tied Tariq, he out that nine
Tell him bring his fuckin' pistol

And stay low, these bullets flyin
Goddamn, man
Ayy, man, look, man, it's up
Now I swear to God, nigga

F*ck all that other shit
Man, this shit on, nigga
I swear to God, nigga
Ayy, real talk

Now I swear to God, nigga
Gonna have them choppers on thick
Goddamn
Dimes with motherfuckin' beams

And dicks on it, this shit, nigga
Banana clips, this shit, nigga
F*ck all that other shit
You throwin' a war

For real, ain't nobody gon
Get the rest of my motherfuckin' gang members
Gang
Huh

Huh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Huh

Huh
Turn up on his motherfuckin

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