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Lock on the track
Go
Uh-huh
Wait

Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
They know that

I don't know how the f*ck we leave man
Big O's in this bitch
Long live Stank Vanilla
Big O's nigga

Mm
Have you ever seen shooters bell out like some looters
Like what he say on that computer
Come here, this the scooter

I'm hearing rumors
We ain't know shit
Guess them boys are sumers
We chase shit like Pumas

I know Big 4
Which he called a Uber
We turned the city up
When all us came home

When you mention booty name
He hit the one that got it on
Hit that bitch with two crones
Bruh, they leave us alone

Niggas bragging bout shit
They ain't did
They did wrong
Man, f*ck the other side

They ain't know shit
Since Gutterthag
I ain't focus on them guys
Got A.I.P.'s in every ride

One time he by my side
You look too long
You getting fried
Drop the low

Like cum and slide
I wish I would
I'm one of them guys
Since we fell out with the dub

This shit'll never be the same
I ain't pushing peace shit
My homie died
I want the brain

Too intelligent
Not a lame
Come join the game
Out of bounds

He getting changed
But I play it cool
Like what up gang
We got smoke inside our hood

So close that door behind us
You ain't providing
Claiming gang
Poke his ass

No holder
This chopper blow like soldiers
I hold it on my shoulder
This shit hit hard like boulders

Dissolve his ass like Folger
I got Nuna
He a tweaker
Set it off

No Queen Latifah
Smoke with us
This shit get deeper
Can't catch you

We need your people
Come through your shit
Like a beeper
This shit tragic

Meet the reaper
Two cars deep
We put fullies on them big boys
This not no regular thing

They ask why I ain't cop no J yet
I want bodies
F*ck a chain
I want goofy members

Lamesy with that shit
He getting flamed
I'm out my mind
But f*ck your saying

We might just rob Johnny Dang
I see niggas pick your sides
They need to get back for they gas
When they see me

Act surprised
See the bitch all in they eyes
Got my fire
Underneath my arm

When I go in my jacket
I ain't grabbing the time
Shots go off
Ring loud like a bomb

Wake his ass up
No snooze on the lawn
I chase paper
Let the hoes chase me

Pop out hoodie on
All on feet
Double parking the street
Just to catch us a beat

Opps say they winning
Like this shit sweet
Ten years ago
Last time we bleed

We make grown men
Crying on tweet
Now you gotta make appointments
At all DMV's

Niggas be talking
But they ain't get back
We a tour with who
Man that shit a mismatch

We take pipes
Made niggas sit back
Now they running with the dub
Finna get bitch smacked

We ain't got time
Ain't getting shit back
Better do your homework
I speak big facts

Got so many opps
Gotta ride with click clacks
We at war with the city
So you better not lack

Bitch
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