FR
D.O.
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Watch me blow the tops up off the hinges he in view of something Niggas selling 10 to 50 bags and think they doing something But this shit right here get you rich you know bout moving some Vibes out Mexico with the plug they at home doing nothing Watch the junkie face after he hit it like he chewing some Don't you leave the extras in that pot sticky like chewing gum If I had 10 for everyday then I'd be moving months Pussy ass niggas scared alone they moving by the bunch Put my heart up in this trap my iron a go off on a compass I ain't fighting i beat the dish and I Hit the pot with different punches Had to slow down on the weed I get to high I'm getting different hunches Paranoid won't let a nigga close in plus I'm always clutching Eyes on the road play them mirrors, Glock in front and Drac in Rear F*ck no ain't no race in here except for when we race to mills (Meals) Race to grab the pills then grab the drank then watch DO' crack the seal F*ck this rap i rather deal made this shit last bagged the meal Remember them hoes laughed at us Now hoes in our face for real Suck this dick i hate to chill Bitch you just want some pape for real I know niggas hate for real But they sweet they cake for real Niggas bitches i can't feel Since Reem died I gotta taste to kill I got bros you pay to kill Niggas groupies pay to chill Youngest nigga in this shit This the Mob I'm made for real Running to the backend like this NFL make plays for real I can't blame my bitches they just mad I'm state to state for real Pay his bond then pay that bail Cause Bitch i love my snakes for real Come on lil bro don't take that pill It's Nowadays get paid to chill Swerving on that block for real Making stops selling drop for real While I shoot bro got the wheel Lost my dawg shit got for real Watch the junkie face after he hit it like he chewing some Don't you leave the extras in that pot sticky like chewing gum If I had 10 for everyday then I'd be moving months Pussy ass niggas scared alone they moving by the bunch Put my heart up in this trap my iron a go off on a compass I ain't fighting i beat the dish and I Hit the pot with different punches Had to slow down on the weed I get to high I'm getting different hunches Paranoid won't let a nigga close in plus I'm always clutching
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