We dem 1s (feat. Jackboyduke & 30)

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Tayz

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I didn't make you ever try to fuckin' up your plan
I'ma teach you how I want it, I'ma tell you
Eyes am on the track
Fuel's got that heat

Mmm, bitch, I'm turnt
All the hoes always fuckin' spin the block
You get a drop, I'm on my mark
Can't wait, I can't shut up

Yeah, you chuggin' on the gram
But they gon' kill me, but they not
Took the Glock to church
Cause these bitches see I'm one up top

You don't get it, bitch, it's one up in the head
Used to have dreadlocks, now that nigga bald-headed
Bitch, when I'm on that, I send my nigga more hits
Car broke, got a load, bitch, we hit all hits

Man, the type that ever diss for this
Shoot a opp crib, then I have his bitch on my dick
Speakin' bout a crash, then my niece flip that whip
Hit without a skid, no pull, cause you know opps not on shit

Airy niggas f*ck on broad, they got a dick
Cut up niggas like O'Neal
Psyche North, bitch, this Drake from me
Hit his bitch a 40, all them niggas sexy

Cause I get to screamin' for the X, she bet me face, baby
Never been the type to diss for this
He was chuggin' on the gram, this bitch suckin' my dick
I ain't lackin' where I would look crazy

I don't wanna do it, cause I was tellin' my mama
We gon' send that bitch
We get a low, we send it, bitch
F*ck a slide, I'll lick the lid

If I ain't had a box on me, would've been so dead
Bitch, that party turned to slug
When she knocked in, I don't see it
Niggas livin' off them years, had to punch it

I ain't writein' down my pockets
For lil' paper, yo, bitch, I did
I ain't writein' if I seen that bitch in person
Probably be in front of Jumpello 30

Hangin' out my pocket, tryna slam
Slap the switch on the back of this lil' glizzy
Tryna dump some
And we gon' spin and spin again until the sun

Motherfucker, you out here lackin
Lil' nigga, Rio, keep on smokin
Niggas out of zip, niggas still ain't slid on me
We got the ball, not that coupe

Niggas didn't know what to do
Walk a lil' nigga down, blow that nigga out of steam
Motherfucker, you on my top
I shot at you and you ain't shoot

Do a hundred on this chop
You see me hangin' out the round
I caught that nigga chop
That nigga ran up, I didn't shoot

Run them niggas postin
Been dead, but they be naked
When you get up on the net
Make a post like Wayne Slot

Niggas been inside that car for real
Y'all niggas be lyin
I ain't writin' that they spoke on
Bro, they can't start dividing

Man, they whole camp dyin
What the f*ck
Mixed with chop and with chips
And the wood got me stoned

Forget about, shh
Hurt his brother and some homies
And that nigga dead as f*ck
Go and pick his ass

He ain't got his brother on his chain
He better keep that bitch clean
Cause my niggas takin' shit
Don't give a f*ck

You out the window
Let me catch them niggas out
I'm tryna put one in the floor
Lil' bitches in the lawn

Now I'm goin', now I'm gone
You might strike it back to back
Just tryna f*ck
And I don't gotta lift a finger

No slimy juice
It's on the top
Add a tear
So I'm just chockin' my brain

For the chips
Badass, hoe
That's the opps
They know my opps

Fake clutch
For the gram
Them niggas hoes
It ain't shit to call leel

My niggas comin' for yo' fro
You see me comin' out the window
finger itchin' tryna blow
You see me comin' out the window

My finger itchin' tryna blow
Still, I'm droppin' hundred shots
Them niggas still aimin' up the scope
Niggas spittin' with the top

I'm leavin' his body in the smoke
Them bullets comin' at your nigga
Tryin' aim it from below
I can't lie

Them niggas said he on my head
But that shit fake
You fuckin' good
I pulled a bitch

You loose, you can't smack
No cap shad fucking on yo bitch
She getting cracked

And every time you try to slide
Them niggas runnin' like it's a trap
I'm still hawkin
Niggas don't

Hittin' heads with this match
These niggas playin
How does she like
Hey where the f*ck you niggas at

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