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the clutch
My homie was backing up, had me baffled 
But lil did I know why he extracted out of the battle the opp had him a
Pistol by his side, like wheezy

mixing different liquors
Sending bitches signals mixing different feelings
I rolled it up by myself, so I’m bout to smoke by myself
I don’t need yo help, i

to music
In the stu we didn't really give a fuck
Then I brought young Ocho on Guapanese
My lil' brother could spit now he hot as me
At the bottom yeah we see

Ride or Die [Prod. by Jack Union]

(Chorus)
You my ride or die 
Anything you want you got,
You know u a vibe
You make me feel a way inside, I’m

a nine on me
Right by the side of me
My niggas ride for me
These bitches lie to me
Are you gone slide or no
Do my lil time or no
Tell me it's real
Tell me

im dumping
If i say it i mean it no bluffin
Bloody hands and i sleep like its nothing
Shooters wit me get shot by drixx
No face no case no pics
Couple

Fuckin on yo virgin daughter
And when I pull up to the church I backwash in the holy water
Abandoned by god, he is not your father
This a demon

Bitch tellin' me my shit is sloppy
When my shit is poppin'
You just a li'l bother

I'm done playin' nice and
I'm done playin' martyr
If you wanna die for

topple it
And knock it over
Told lil' baby, go and bend over
Money tall like Ilyasova
I'm a real trap nigga, a soldier
Ice on my neck like boulders uh
Ice

They know I got that strap on me
I think they chasin after me

BORIE BANDZZ SECOND VERSE:

I back out that blick and he runnin like rick
Lil nigga he

rental (trap)/
Don’t tell me shit dat them lil nixxas tol u/
Nixxa dey broke & I kno dey gon owe u (dey broke) yea/
Boy u jus bluffin u kno i dnt kno u/

[JP VERSE 1]
You ain't suckin of fuckin ain't talkin bout nothin
These niggas be bluffin that ain't no discussion
I just bought a stick, and it came

the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas was tryna rob me
Please don't make me

alone cause the squad ain't made no punk
Don't try to rob no robber or hit no hitter telling you right now dawg
I ain't going for nothin
Mmm hmm cause

gang 
Or run some shit over
Blrrrd, yeah

Ayy
Kutthroat business, lil' dog, get your throat slit 
My nigga went flodgin', he don't think that I

love all of my brothers we gon jugg and rob (ba ba)
My life been going downhill thats why I just look to god (I pray)
Said why these bitches gotta go

I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history
'Cause I've been

LOVE THAT K SOUND , TRAUMATIZED BY ALL THIS SHIT SO I WONT PLAY ROUND , BRING YA LIL
BITCH SOMEWHERE AND HIT HER FACE DOWN , SHOOTA WIT ME CLUTCHING MAKE

lil shit for a minute 
When I first hit the club 
They didn't know who I was 
Now I peep all them boys in my mentions
If they throw me some racks imma

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck

Said he gon rob me, wishin he would, wishin he would

Got a baddie baddie ride me Kawasaki in a Maserati
All these niggas thinking they can touch me must

You know, stars only shine when it's dark out
Thinkin' you can rob me, come and find out
Tell that fuck lil' nigga, better pipe down
Type of shit

I should give them all my love
But it turns out they would rob me even just for lil dubs
Fake motherfuckers in the dust
I ain't pull up to the party