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to serving jays and posted by the Store

If I call Tazz to set the pick and roll
He gone score
I ain't satisfied with what I got
But  a young Nigga Ain't broke

that's fine
Either she keeping it real or she always use that line
That's fine
Well let me ask a question
cre you seeking something when you look in my

Stuck on feeling
Stuck in a if
Smoking my feelings
Call it a spliff
Roll with my deal
And now I make hits
Now when i spit
They reading my lips
Found when

I'm the type to smoke a zip
I'm the type to fuck a bitch real good, then I dip
I'm the type to roll the dice, I'm the type to take a risk
Shordy hard

This for my brother
For my lil brother
New day, same old song
Blame myself for letting it play
New ways, same old wrongs
Cause my past I can't let it

action
She gonna pull up
With pumpkins and im smashing

Raised up by my brothers aint have no dad
That might be good
Push up on a scooter or a moped

Metal
Fire out that barrel
Like Im high from smoking euros
Get The Money with a dream like mine flatline
Hands Up how I roll Overdose Unknown
Why ask why

They rather hear me say dont pull up cuz ya know i got the Ve Ve on me. 
But if they catch slippin ima call my lil homie 

He gonna pull up on ya homie

of cheatin
I gotta get it and go

Joby, that's still my lil' bro
I set the pick and you roll
That boy in the clique, he a ho
We went on a hit and he froze

I

I got two doors, no crew doors, I bring the bag in
Spent two rolls with two hoes, lil' boy, you cap in
I couldn't make it with the ball, I started

trippin'
I'm changin' the scene, I'm on better things

I'ma be winnin', buy me a house by the beach, buy you a ring
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up,

poppin' out cause the way that I deal with ya
You just needed a real nigga
Stick by my side, ain't no way you gon' lose out
Shit, I'm comin' to build with

hard headed 
So I go raw
Blowin my line they all on my phone
Lil mama that just how it go
By the bottle, I sip what I pour
And this gas yeah I cop it in

we'll come hit em
I got some hitters on my Right
I got my trappers by my Left
Bad bitch on my Phone
Yeah she hit me in my text
You fuck around, you

keep on spending
Grinding hard and freakin
I'm still here like pending
Imma go head do my thing so all my thugs let's it

Always here to assist Call Me

my body
She took my hands right
By her pants and told me
She want to ride me
With no hands I call that autopilot
And all your friends invited
Only if

what my problem is
Imma probably get on that ass I'm a suppository
More than couple call me daddy how I'm not on Maury
I loved bitches till I heard they

sheen, she gotta shine
Call me a chiropractor, how I crack her spine
Lil' bitch a dog, I hit it from behind
She like my swag, she like my sauce
She say

again

I ain't trippin bout yo lil change, I need more I ain't bout to fumble up that ah ah
Bag for a ho Kickin labels out my DM if they ain't talkin
That

tec?
A lotta real shit goin on
Meanwhile Eye'm just lookin for beats Eye can get da flowin on
High frequencies speakin of which Eye'm bouta roll me sum

petal to da metal
I don't wear fake shit
Yeah, it's just precious metal
Drivin crazy, yeah
Call me da real Dom Toretto

Why da hood gotta hate on me
Cuz

Might be from my section still
That boy know he don't rank with us

I could tell just by her look
She trying to hang with us
And then I wonder why my doob

I got 10 phones 10 hoes but I won't call
Gotta lotta cash 10 stacks
Just knocked it off bitch I blow cash
Spend cash like fuck the cost
I'm a real

right)
Gunman, fam, I don't play games
(That's right)
Badman, now I'm out on a rage (yeah)
I roll out then lock off the rave
When I ride no phone
(No