Shook
Lil Ginobili
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It don’t matter what’s the mission Money on it we gone get it, split the bag up with my niggas He just hit up West Virginia Why you talking bout that road I’m thinking that these boys pretending If I lied in any songs than come and kill me bitch that’s sinning Brownskin bitch she crack cards And go to Spelman If you knew the repercussions from a snitch you wouldn’t chance it My young dawg still wrapping niggas on his Chance shit You hanging with the demons if you scared you must be cancerous Catch a bag and stuff her panties Brody trapping out that Lancer Call Lucky for them, I heard my nigga wreaking havoc And I can’t f*ck with bitch niggas cause they flukey showed they true intentions Brody copped a Glock and charged it up, he really shooting pistons When you in them streets just play it smart, don’t get yo self convicted Really by yo self, you ain’t got friends, yo niggas turn to snitches I seen raids, I seen some niggas get killed Always keep one up top When you step in that field We been footballing touching green I need a house on a hill Niggas really psychopaths that’s when they pop that pill Hardbody I don’t fear any nigga Bitch we bleed the same Talking out the way gone get you popped you ain’t complete today Out here thugging we crunching for money, f*ck a fed offense Might dodge a sack and run straight to Miami where the fins be at You ain’t really active, all that talk Think these niggas cap, why the f*ck you rocking Palm Angels You ain’t got a bag Seen my nigga, flip 500 blues he flew to Argentina, showed 100 bands like it ain’t shit Go motivate them trenches, lost niggas the field really a trap We dodged investigations, meanwhile these niggas bitch and fold inside of interrogations When I up my thumb, it’s all clear like we hitchhiking shoot 100 out that chop We ain’t knife fighting, free my nigga Dell a real shooter real top shotta Good glock, hardwood we just like Rockets Cornered like Ariza, pop yo mans that was yo don dada Don’t talk my ears, bitch you a waste, get the f*ck up out my face I just fucked and dismissed her I ain’t kissing you covered up in jizzle Hmmph this weed taste like skittles Trey 5 of Bali weed, why yo backwood skinny If it’s money on the floor we count it up, I’m invested in chicken I just had to spin this lil bitch I know she really dizzy Glocks with extensions, yeah I’m picky If bro ain’t got his 30, we gone catch that nigga slipping Throwing footballs we yelling hut ain’t selling pizza I hate a broke bitch why the f*ck you out here leaching Skinny nigga posted with the dreads Brandon Ingram Pill blower on me now, got 41 Dirk Nowitzki Know some fiends searching for brown Ain’t never stepped in Cleveland Really got a plan, shit all my niggas out here eating Looking at a boss, step in the room you better greet me My niggas love choppas and 30’s, use em discretely nigga
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