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And it's f*ck them niggas
They ain't standing on business
They ain't doing the shit they say they doing
All these niggas claim they like that never shot no pistol
Grab that fucking missile hit the field and rip his tissues
7.62 Finna grip you, hope yo mama miss you
Talking about that cash you ain't got none
Your ass a joke you pitiful
I sent foenem' to get rid of you, where the CashApp
I fucked that bitch I cannot get with you
But damn that ass fat
You Co Op with the feds yo ass a rat
And that's a known fact
They told me watch my back I laughed at them
What kinda joke was that
Used to send that shit through Zelle, but then I changed my mind
I f*ck that bitch, I dig all in her spine she say this pussy mine
Bro got them bowls, a Zip for 2 bro go get right you wasting time
Like how you want yo payment
Cash-app, Zelle, in hand or the chime
Say I'm a demon, I'm like yes I know I came straight out of hell
I can't snitch on none of the bros, I just can't go I just won't tell
Keep yo mouth shut when they question you
You know this shit get real like where was you when shit got tossed up on that scale
Face it f*ck the bail
F*ck the zipper, love the smell
Fucked that bitch, she thick as hell
And we love them switches, can't you tell
Give him shells, Taco Bell
Foenem say I'm tweaking whenever I'm off the X
Be hot as hell lil bro them put his Glizzy in the air
Like bitch I never cared
Make sure you turn this shit up
Make sure these f*ck niggas hear me
Make sure these f*ck niggas hear me
You hear me bro
Make sure you turn this shit all the way up on my mama
That DND shit ion' really care
F*ck you and yo Top 10
Lil bro just got them Glocks in
She top me til' she slobbin'
You talking hot might get yo block bent
Gone make sure that them shots hit
Braid his ass up, Knotless
Blow his ass up, Bin Laden
On my mama I ain't sorry
All these niggas claim they like that never shot no pistol
Grab that fucking missile hit the field and rip his tissues
7.62 finna grip you, hope yo mama miss you
Talking bout that cash you ain't got nun, yo ass a joke
You pitiful
I sent foenem to get rid of you
Where the cashapp?
I fucked that bitch I cannot get with you
But damn that ass fat
You Co Op with the feds yo ass a rat
And that's a known fact (Don't go pig on me gang)
They told me watch my back I laughed at them (Don't go pig on me gang)
What kinda joke was that? (Gang gang, pussy)

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