A Sleezy OG Flow, Pt. 1 (feat. OG Mook)

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Kartel Fo'

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Niggas ain't chasing no money
They beefing but ain't got a hunnit
Off a perk them niggas be zombies
Get locked they calling up mommy
Drop his ass on his block were you find him
Without a mask all the witnesses dying
He fast but the switches be flying
Bitch mad cause his block we keep sliding
They ain't gangster this shit is a hobby
He a rat We get in the scat and we find them
All caps these niggas be lying
All facts his niggas keep dying
We ain't chasing a rat
So if he run hit his back
Them Niggas gone shoot
And Won't cost a stack
They live for the kill
So they keep spinning back
Don't get caught with that cash
Cause my niggas like racks
Better keep you a hustle
I don't like to tussle
Get shot by a fat nigga
Flexing them muscles
Your niggas ain't gang
They be dropping your lo
Stay trying to hang
Cause they fucking your hoe
Them Niggas not getting a dime bruh
He broke that lil nigga fumbled
We up tired of being so humble
Outside heard they hiding in tunnels
If he hiding you know we gone find him
He gone crash in that car where you'll find him
He made i be using her time up
She glad cause the Fo' wine and dine her
This bitch got him ready for drama
They dead tell them Niggas to line up
Big mad oh this Niggas a toddler
Get glad or the trash where they'll find your
Now you gotta pop out
Just poke your top out
When i hear the opps out
I like to bring the Glocks out
Should of chose a new route
He do this for clout
Don't die in a drought
For running your mouth
Niggas be mad cause the fat one
Be having the the bad ones
But if you get in your bag son
You can stunt like your dad son
The shit can get greasy
You know i been sleezy
Keep forgetting the meaning
My niggas stay skeeming
I know you in pain
But just let the shit go
You got bigger problems
With just slid on your bro
Dont start posting songs
Them choppas hit lung
If you play with the fo
You know we upping the sco
Aye Pass it to me Let me up it Some more
The f*ck am I sayin I'm toting My own
Blowing GG Bitch I'm Goated and grown
If you ever Need me Know I'm close To my phone
I watch From the side Like we posed To be on
And the opps Gone be turnt When they notice I'm gone
Got a boy On the way And a daughter At home
I ain't got Time to play You gone end Up a song
End up A lyric Or end up A caption
It's Cause and effect and You know My reaction
I Took out The shooter Now nobody Blasting
I slid Out of there Just to post Up in traffic
Can't even Fake got My hopes up I had it
The weight Of the world Isn't close To my baggage
They talked About me Like it's post To be static
10 toes I step I ain't focused On rapping
Im Trying to survive In this life That we live
We ain't Learn from pac And We ain't Learn from big
I never Thought i'd do Half that I did
Knew if He got caught Then we'd knock Off his lid
This ain't MTV I can't show You the crib
You know That's law Hollows all I can give
Can't get back My time From the times That i slid
We still Pushing p And them boys Pushing mid
Aye who Just walked in I ain't seen him before
And You know I ain't social Gang gimme A nod
If you make A face I'm a hop Out the booth
And Tell the girls Hit the flo Cuz I'm upping The rod
I move a Lil different Still keep It fasho
Hard to keep My control But I do For the squad
Fo knew What it was When she threw Me the lob
Kash kartel E-N-T We the opps and the mobb

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