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Bare madness buss out
If you take a GT man it's bare cuss out
If you got Berbice Gyal you best run out
If you lime on Bourda Ground your luck done

Bare madness buss out
If you take a GT man it's bare cuss out
If you got Berbice Gyal you best run out
If you lime on Bourda Ground your luck done

knocking out doors
Remember me name is brown thug this is no act
Spitting nothing but facts nothing fragile dog
We really built to last bring it back with

let the Ramp wretch ya, I'm-a catch ya
My squad bring the pressure, new trend setter
Watch me get this cheddar, my
Life is gettin' better, wHA!

Let me

it cost
Bitch I be stay goin' higher
Man this shit my whole attire (like what)
This shit my whole attire
We finna bring that lil bitch from the lot

can't get out of that

Sittin' on that work for too long, bring that product back
Money, guns, and drugs, yeah, nigga, we got a lot of that
A thousand

Y'all been with the foolishness
Showing by the crew you with
Showing off ya guns but only
Talk when I say shoot the shit
Fake bitches
Never been real

Yeah
Say you know the vibes ma nigga
Its your boy ogchv
Told you i was gon get you
You bitch ass nigga
I told you
Now i got you now
How you feel?
You

giving your halo
To a fallen angel
Won't bring repentance
Anytime soon

Made it out them dark days tryna find out what that high life like
Fuck silver case and golden guns, I promise to be the chosen one
I remember

life
We bucking your pole, we're a lot to fight

Last nigga, try that
He got hit with a strike
I'm on the block and I'm posted all night
White check like

I ran down, clutched up on a gun I'm not scared now, I know what I want
I'm flexin' on my head, I can flex if I want
Like a married genius, baby,

retrospective to bring anointing
When the revolution comes
The Christians and Muslims will toast glasses

Gather together in masses
Loading ammunition using

Yea you a bitch
Spreading fake rumors you'd have more respect as a snitch
Either way either one get you laying in a ditch
I said fuck that gun talk

think,
This kind of hurt Bring me
My eyes closed, I don't wanna see
I don't wanna see my mind's dark, can't even think
Got no energy, can't even see, it's

irrationally
Harm my brothers pick up a gun and cause casualties
I plead for the best, evaluate and see the rest
This my supplication help me get free
Give me my

and smashing every single one
Just an ant under my thumb My ascension has begun
Becoming a silencer by suppressing all my demons
I'm not the extension of a gun

gun
Im a shooter
So im popping xanax
Bullets flying yeah
It might hit your mans next
Jump in the crowd its full of fans
Im with the fans
Im getting

a movie, don't call us by last name
Take one, we party, take shots till the sundown
Take two-repeat even more loud than a gun sound
Take three, it's all

by murderers and niggas with the chicken
Switches on my guns they all came with extensions
Shots fired homicide my only intentions

Fuck that slime

"Man your daddy pop narcotics.."
Bring it up again and like his 30s Imma pop it
Blast eem like a rocket
Man the bodies Imma drop them
When we hit them in

defiant to the physics of my life

Pouring your sea of knowledge onto my flames to make it Bright

Consumed by darkness, deeper than space and  made a light

so high up on a rocket
This that shit that'll make you wanna take your gun and fucking cock it
Pull up on them motherfuckers don't leave it until they

around in my lap
Can't vibe with these niggas I ain't giving out dap
Huddle calling shots got me feeling like Dak
Girl what's wrong with your brain you