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[Verse 1: TLNTD] 
Call me Lil bro 
But no kin to me 
Lowkey you niggas 
My mini me 
I done bossed up 
And got enemies 
Why is you hating 
Ain't got

These hoes they love to fuck on YG
Get to jumping on my dick Acrobatic hoe let my cock breathe, she wet like collard greens I told lil Shawty come be

of people I don't fuck with
Finna raise hell like my name John Wick
I just want a lil baddie like Notsick
They on my dick ever since they heard my new shit

the bum field
Knew he was already snuffed, fuck it, I emptied out the drum still
Low top, the semis with the lock on ,em
Greenlight if you get the drop

I'm Gone

Fat Joe

The Darkside, Vol. 1

2010

a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat

boy (baow), get you gon' boy (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Y'all some lil boys (Lil boys), I'm a grown boy (bang)
Gimmie some racks (Racks), 'bout five

fuck them niggas don't send condolence
Lil' one made him kill his moms, nigga done died inside his arms
Fentanyl inside his lungs, got green tips

lanes put 150 on the dash
You niggas got Broke Man Complex, that shit contagious I keep me a mask
11 twice, fuck 12, since 13 been balling on niggas,

but had the same struggles
We grind lil nigga this off the muscle
You play and you lay the graves we dug em'
Once I up it an bust it ain leavin' no

pull up, hop off
Got some street cred'
Lil' one snuck me, he dead, that other nigga
He dead
I'm major league swingin' this big bitch
You know how we play

wanna fuck
Shawty I wanna fuck
Shawty I wanna fuck
With you

LiL mama
Tell me where you been

Wanna know if I
Can be yo man

Wanna pick you up
We have

Un
All dese niggas do is pop shit get It done
I been feeling like John wick With the guns
I been feeling like big Meech With da funds
Lil momma told

Sound the alarm
Sound the alarm
Sound the alarm
My niggas shoot like john john 
And we never miss 
My nigga caught him a body 
So i pleade the fifth

don't play baseball
John Travolta when I see the opp cause we gon' face off
Keep a .223 right by my hip it blow yo face off
Promise you don't want no

networking
How you playing this shit like you found us fucking or something
Like I can't even remember her name, are you sane?
John I'm fed up, that's when she

fly as hell, I think my closet need a airport
Fuck around, inch inside your whip, so just be careful how you pull up
Nigga, my soul empty, that's why

fuck your bitch, lil' nigga
(On my mama)
I'ma keep on stuntin', gettin' this money
Know it make you sick, lil' nigga
What it is? What it ain't?
Send

meat
Yeah you Lookin for me?
Name's Prada
Yeah Lil Pep is who I be
It's what you need
Look at my roni
Yeah look at my boots
Look at my jeans
Yeah look

fuck her good, you can tell by what her friends say (yeah)
I'm out the hood, lil' mama know we ain't friendly (nah)
We livin' good, lil' mama, Rovers

ain't no one to trust
You gotta let your gun go
I told your mom, she gon pop shit for lil' Marlo 
Blah, blah, yeah

Yeah, finessin and trappin

the ounce
Take your shoes off, lil' bitch, when you walk in the house
We fuckin'on the floor then we move to the couch
You can't see me like John, you can't

Yeah
They don't want no beef, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm like, yeah, I'ma fuck with 'em, though
(FOREVEROLLING)
(Flexin' on that)

I'm doin'

you
We smashin' nigguhs by the hour
I'll send my dog to dog you, you're dog food
My son'll blam you for a
Half ounce of dog food

Yeah, that's my lil

got mad and called me jerk.
I might just fuck and eat that pussy and blame it on a perk.
I be in my own world but lil bop hoes they always flirt. 
Cant