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Got my shorty
She ride up on it

We moving solid and uhm
Ride with 40s

That shit got kick back
Gas make me relaxed

I don't trip bout a bitch
Just

Fuck it i jus landed in
Posted wit 40's & choppas
That nigga get talkin
We put that nigga in a trance
Fuck it my diamonds do the shmoney dance
Ballin

of night breathes the fumes on our lungs, molly on our tongues, 40's in our Blood, our blood in this song, my blood in this song, your blood in this song
Our

it
Some of my niggas carry 40s when they go to the store
You one of mine carry a nine or put the 0 to the 4
Slow it down I just dissed you
I rarely

do not lie on these beats I portray
I be pourin' out 40s for all of my homies
So just so you know on these beats I don't play
You be talkin bout murder

a fuckboi by the toe
And if he hollers kill him slow
(I got, I got, I got, I got) 
I got 40's open
Smoking
And a loaded .45
I might put the barrel in my mouth

these fake people wanting to know me
Boutta run it right past i'm in zone deep
I been drunk I been sipping these 40's
Sipping the double cup, mixing

prince
Royalty
Loyalty
Tighter than some size 3's
Nigga tryna copy style
Probably thought we siamese
40 Kids, 40 kids
Polkadot, her dress look like a 40's

it's Halloween nigga scary time
You talking bout enemies
But I buried mine
Come with that nine
I'm shooting Glock 40's with multiple pulls on the trigger

How money done turn into 10s
And 20s
And 30s
And 40s
And 50s
And watching these videos
Uh
That was my biggest sin
Luckily got it ahead
Uh
You

boy run down you ain't take em' down
I'm from 908 but we get choppas' out in a town
Snipes with the stock clips, Drakes with the hunnit' rounds
40's

it last
Baby twerk for me I like how you shake that ass
I got two 40s when they catch me ima laugh
Got a black heart I went toe to toe with death yeah

greedy stop his breathing
I'm counting cheese
I'm running through these straps counting commas while I'm sleeping
Ha ha
Let me in the whip now it's 40s in

Runnin to the money
I been runnin from my problems
Drop one pilly in a cup just to solve em
If he got a problem we got 40's and revolvers
If he want

Uh Aye aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Uh

Ok like homie like brodie like vato no
You wanna go round with 40s n fuck with hoes hoes hoes
Ok like

like on Mars
Four door Jeep on 40s with no doors
For cars and all the dope, I keep the bag on go
Tell the world I want more, cuz I get all the sauce
If

shit out the mud out the muhfuckin jungle where shit can get Risky
So when we step we step with them AR and drakes and 40s we not friendly
These niggas

now I'm slaving to these 40's
Guns smoking, where ya funds brody? Run it brody

Guns smoking, where ya funds brody? Run it brody
Guns smoking, where ya

best to get to running
Yeah
Bally up and get to Ski Mask X type slumpin
Call me Cudi we gon get straight to humming
Yeah

Aye Yuh Huh Aye
We got 40's in

running bachata gang
My niggas really gon' drill at you
40's gon' get at you
Niggas gon' hit at you
And I hop on the beat
You know I'm Sixxo the demon I

got 40s with dicks
Can't wait to fuck on a bitch nigga
Spent 5 on the kicks
Don't worry about me young nigga I'm paid
Bricks
I was deep in the streets

Pouring 40s on a grave stone
Yeah, smoking make a grey storm
That's the only way to stay strong
That's the only way we hang on

Rolling up my dope I'm in

talkin 9's and 40's we gone hit yo head
And ain't no politicin we just go and get him
I drop the ten bands im stepping in that denim
You out here flexing

Now I feel a bad way
Now I feel a bad way
Grip on 40s
Choppas homies
Rolling dope
Me oh my I
Found my way I
Slide on by
Grip on 40s
Choppas homies