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YQ Castro

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Gotta pop my shit so they can feel my soul
Gotta pop my shit so they can feel my soul
Gotta pop my shit so they can feel my soul
You told me to never lie so why you had to lie to me
Why you had to lie why you lie just to hold it down
Picked up my brudda beef I had to go n gun him down
Rather go back to the cell all by myself than have fake shit around me
Bought the whole damn hood sum chains but they won't change they still beggin for bodies
Watch that cutta cut him n half
Bullets ah touch a nigga like air
If you say it's up ,Then it's up
We step up on a nigga like stairs
Aye watch me pop shit
This that Pac shit
Crop a nigga out like photos, All my niggas drop shit
Woah
I keep that iron cause I watch that hate inCREASE
I'm not lying streets waiting on me drop like visine
We keep them mop sticks like a janitor
If ion do nothing I'm gone make sure they remember us
Woah
Ion need a stylist 30 racks inside my dresser, Yeah yeah
She do coke but like my lines so I accept her, Yeah yeah
I was at the bank and I still forgot to TELLER, yeah yeah
Only time we act is assess when pop up like umbrellas, yeah yeah
We poppin we poppin
We rocking n rocking
My brothers they solid
Cashout on a body
Cashapp dem the deposit
Dey Dig a hole fa the body
They won't tell not a body
They gone keep that shit silent
Woah
They said Jovan was identified by his dentist
I can't sleep till I kill the rest and who was wit em
Bro said not to step no where by yourself, you a star now
Stand on my own that's just the way a nigga livin
Feel like a big body rod wave Cuban links all round my neck
Ex bitches saying sorry
I got Cardi Bs, bussin Offset
Bitch this aint Ed Hardy
I got mo drip than a floaty, Designer be wet
All I need is head shawty
After det I'm gone, She expecting a text
Why you had to lie why you lie just to hold it down
Picked up my brudda beef I had to go n gun him down
Rather go back to the cell all by myself than have fake shit around me
Bought the whole damn hood sum chains but they won't change they still beggin for bodies
Watch that cutta cut him n half
Bullets ah touch a nigga like air
If you say it's up , Then it's up
We step up on a nigga like stairs
Aye watch me pop shit
This that Pac shit
Crop a nigga out like photos, All my niggas drop shit
Woah

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