Season Tickets
Chef Trez
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Niggas want me dead but I'm still walking, guess imma zombie in this bitch better call Rick AR 76.2's bitch big bone I'll put a hole in your shit better get gone Ice on my neck that's a stupid ticket Put the chop down you don't know what you doing with it Bitch peep how we ball they want season tickets To much flavor got season with it Me and Blacko been Brackin since pre school I set trends for the elders aint need school Always kept that shit bool you can ask my peers All we know twist Za, whoop, and run it up 100 bucks naw that's light I'll give my son a M Maybachs making music money motivated I done popped out this bitch the game dilating Real shooters on my side got they arms raising My bitch do the same, she Sanaa lathan All I want is pinks and the benjis You ever put a switch on a semi I'll let this bitch hit til its empty I ain't gotta argue bout who been the nicest My name mean Gods gift its been decided Hyroglifics on the wall it's in writing When i die burry me like king tut I'm a boss so my casket need gold stones But I'm brackin' matter fact make it rose gold Switching up on your gang that's a no no He ain't slide round that block he a no show Big duffle filled up with knots Nigga McNuggets break bread I'll drop a bag on a bitch 100 racks shit told shorty I ain't want shit from you, I'll get this whole bag back on the Backend Brackin, fucking with me you in big trouble I'll let this whole clip buss you if I crash in Trapping, brudda got in by the big bundle it's about enough to buy a house in this Package Niggas want me dead but I'm still walking, guess imma zombie in this bitch better call Rick AR 76.2's bitch big bone I'll put a hole in your shit better get gone Ice on my neck that's a stupid ticket Put the chop down you don't know what you doing with it These bitch peep how we ball they want season tickets To much flavor got season with it Gave lil bro a hellcat he a demon with it Niggas saying you got opps better be specific All this drip on me make me pacific Bitch we in our own bracket we don't meet statistics I'll put a red beam on an outsider 100 shots no misses who you doubt fire Only do air pods we don't wear wires Lil glock 9 the bitch is an air dryer I can't get stepped on I'm like Stanley grass Should make myself a bank they just hand me cash Clips come with memberships get a family pass You ever seen Benji bussin out the shoe box You ever seen a knot made off a Fibonacci No matter how rich I get I'll still wear hurraches Drum on the gun got wings it's teriyaki I ain't know Danielson I bicked it with miagi Boss shit Yea I know some niggas who'll slide round your field with the sticks some lacross shit Niggas wanna talk shit til a Nigga pull up on offense Bet none of y'all won't call blitz Niggas want me dead but I'm still walking, guess imma zombie in this bitch better call Rick AR 76.2's bitch big bone I'll put a hole in your shit better get gone Ice on my neck that's a stupid ticket Put the chop down you don't know what you doing with it These bitch peep how we ball they want season tickets To much flavor got season with it
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