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Push shove pop off 
Homie who you cop off 
I'm riding in the marquis I might have to saw the top off
Im frustrated most hated the least dated 
I

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NES at the Shack is how I first got down,
Pops got a job, moved the fam to Sea-town,
Checkin' BBS's for my warez and porn,
Around this

shots a melody 
Came up dead last kind of like the letter z
And all my neighbors got a felony
And all my teachers do is yell at me
But I don't know where

4 by mistake
Done it
Yeah yeah yeah
What you figure
Come for your necks
Who be the next
Ride in the streets
Riding off solo, me then my boys flex flex

with my pops
I hoped I'd never hit a lick
I was living with depression
Going through some crazy shit
Had my nigga by my side
To this day he never

niggas starin’ we ain’t friends no Migos Takeoff
Know you bitches scary won’t do shit, no they won’t pop off
Unlike yo bitches titties, in the city, in

that's my z no that's  my zombie
A gorilla in these streets might as well call me Harambe

Look, ima switch it up, them boys really bitches
When we ran

at least four to eat
Now that there a double date
Pick a trait
For every pretty face
I played it safe
Only way
Every welcome back got me feeling like Mase

to the club, throw a Couple bands, double up This That jiggy shit hold up make you Wanna dance. On some freaky Damn Z he wavy Pull up to the Club, I just do this

the jungle, I said I stay on the block thrown up 3`z stay in a pair of mutumbos, couple young hittas with me RIP Chinx know that were tryna stack bundles,

see me
Go straight to the top
But I shoot for the stars
And I aim for the moon
With the pop and the smoke
Make the crowd go (Woo)
Make the haters mad

Raise hell for my dawgs forreal
Aye

God Flow
I can send niggas to hell when i rap
Its King Quadii beat by 5z so you know its gon slap
Told him send me

even ever knew
Prolly hatin cause you see I got ahead of you
An dey boutta free my pops up put da federal
Das my dawg yea gon head an let em through
Need

back

Nike should plug my shoes 4 3 (Free)
My old tings tryina get rude 2 me
We had our fun, but you're not the 1
I get more 0z (Hoes) than an ounce

but you sucker niggas hate me for it
You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya Mercedes door
The bullets fly, you recline like a La-Z-Boy
All you do is

Stopped 

B4 

They started

Left em leaking

Full o’ buckshots

Call em bloodclots

Now has beens

So 

Why notz

With a Z at the end

Like fags speak

Life has been a freakin mess, since I was a little shorty, by the time that I was fifthteen I had 2 have a forty.
Smokin reefa popin pills was my

thinkin' bout the opps
Like when is they gon' slide?
Give that boy a face shot
That nigga almost died
Pour a six, pop a Perc'-10
That make me comе alive
You

these sits

Back to a grip and not through bricks
Me and twan, we grippin' the stolo
Glock up my hand, this bitch right here 4-0
Bitch come around, I'ma

(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Yeah
I would pop my shit
Bitches Brazilian
But they ain't

thinkin' bout the opps
Like when is they gon' slide?
Give that boy a face shot
That nigga almost died
Pour a six, pop a Perc'-10
That make me comе alive
You

the ho piped
She ain't even pop a whole pill
You ain't talkin' four mils
There ain't no deal
And I'm low-profile, mo' bill or mobile
(Skrrt)
Never try me,