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Hey V, line em up
F*ck all these dead niggas dead in hell I hang with the robbers, I might go to jail
You hangin' with a man, he a snitch Got a Glock in the back, he gon' shoot through
the tent Riding through the heights with the whip
Don't ask for no rides, we ain't tryna go down
Police get behind me, no, I ain't stoppin' More of the story, we goin' to jail
Brody on port here, storin' shit Got headless thots, they aboard the ship
Tell brother chill bout to steal a whip Tell brother chill bout to steal a whip
Glock 19 with a bing, with a drum on it He'll blow out your head if you thinkin' he's
scared Wipe your nose, I'm talkin' that slack shit
Choppa go crazy, make you do backflips Thought he was safe, but the bitch got killed
Nowadays, niggas really gettin' killed over bitches
The robbers used to say, crazy might get stitches More of the story, I came from the trenches
Yeah, I might be yay, you know how I'm mobbin' Ayy, I'm really a gobbler
Ayy, he got a trip to a jail course Can I send mail and the bitch say hell no
Ayy, her there's a bitch, she easy If I was you, I'd leave her alone
Ayy, I came from sittin' with lights off That don't mean my man ain't never hit a bill
Run through the hood with the lights off Catch me out, tryna see what the deal is
Tryna get famous and send me a meal You know it's gon' come when I sign me a deal
You say I was trash, but that nigga got better Hate to get touched and then shot through a sweater
You say he a what? You know he a bitch He gon' be dead when I knock him for the love
F*ck out the guy, gonna jump with the MP Make the wrong move, he gon' shoot to his empty
I'm tired of the opps, I'm tryna up your skull If he droppin' a race, you know it's in the flow
of the year F*ck all these dead niggas down here
I hang with the robbers, I might go to jail You hangin' with a man, he a snitch
Got a Glock in the back, he gon' shoot to the tent
Ridin' through the heights with the whip Don't actin' for no robbery, ain't tryna go down
Police get behind me, no, I ain't stoppin' More of the story, we goin' to jail
I'm party on port here, storin' shit Got headless thots, they aboard the shit
Tell brother chill, bout to steal a whip Tell brother chill, bout to steal a whip
Yeah, I'm gettin' rich and you know that I don't want you or nobody around me
How you love me and you hide me? I'ma go far up just see if they find me
Police get behind me, I'm runnin' They want smoke, you know how I'm gummin
Ayy, they tellin' a joke out the teacup I keep on shootin' it, no, I don't reload
I keep on shootin' it, no, I don't reload I keep on shootin' it, no, I don't reload
I keep on shootin' it
Yeah, that nigga dead, dead, motherfucker, f*ck
F*ck off the guy, gonna jump with the MP Make the one move, he gon' shoot to his MP
I'm tired of the off, I'm tryna up the scope If he droppin' the rakes, you know it's in the flow with him
I f*ck all these dead niggas, they in hell I hang with the robbers, I might go to jail
You hangin' with a man, he a snitch Got a Glock in the back, he gon' shoot to the tent
Yeah, that nigga dead, dead, motherfucker, f*ck

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