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shooters in Benz
I got the lead tucked inna front and the back since
Y'all wore out my patience it's thin
You niggas ain't real you niggas be acting real

Niggas always be tucked in niggas ain't coming outside
Bitch ain't getting no money yall ass always lying

I Remember back in the day high school niggas,

Light skin mama
Ima have to holla
Chillen in La Jolla 
Been waiting for a baller

lil mama she been working 
Lil mama know her worth and 

Light skin

a what? (What)
Hunnid racks stuffed in a mansion
Nigga don't know my shit is tucked (Tucked)
Are you down, or what? (Or what)
Are you in, or what? (Or what)

songs don't mean nothing 'less u got something to say in them
Sometimes the truth don't rhyme 

I keep my dreams tucked neatly in my backpack
Now that I'm

Red lights
Tucked in knife
Sixteen lines with cyanide
Feel her hands run down my spine
I feel like shit I'm sick inside
Break her back
Yeah bend her

to reverse it
I'm on a mission to get it in
Person, first I'ma start off by learning
It's the

First form, you can't scratch
The surface, bitch, i'm surfing

fools
Aye rich ass nigga I did it on purpose
Niggas not scratching the surface
Closing the curtains nigga I'm getting this money you know I get in for

they all wanna kill me, with a semi or a glock 40, gotta keep a mac tucked

Got these bitches lookin' mad bruh, they movin' mad sus
Ya they talk like TMZ

the cervix
I done made it to the surface
Like it don’ hurts me to take a word and make it worthless
So I give it purpose
Up in my verse, it's a curse
I’m

Everything on my mind i'm pushing it put ain't nun i'm holding in
You niggas smoking with me for nun you been gone ever come show me it
Catch me outside by

locked up this the free me you like
That's a sketch of myself I drew with the mic
Just to say, don't sleep on demons you tucked in tonight
Make sure they

Put my music on and stay happy bitch
I stay stacking shit for telling me i can't be rich
I put ice on my body then i spark the flame
Walk in the club

at war
Keep bussin' daily
Clearly, if you feel it to the core

Remorse that shit, I feel no more
Rifle on the scene
Tucked it in my jean
Louisiana, hair

said one by one they stall and one by one we feel the same
It slips through the cracks and stabs you in the back
And when your not ready sneaks up

My momma tucked me into bed at night
She said everything was gonna be alright
Was gonna be alright
But I said there's monsters in the closet

and tucked it
Now he on that tough shit, it won't result to tusslin' (uh-huh)
Ayy, but it all started in that broken home (broken home)
Mama workin', daddy

Real nigga no switching Im in it
Fake nigga he switching he finished
Glock tucked we be heat bending
No end we just beginning
Lived hard got bucks

of time
Bread is ready get in line

Sup bitch say something betcha don't talk
Tucked in I ain't afraid to pull out
Munching you done bit it all off
I ain't

my food, filling up the whole plate
And I don't do crowds, by my doly, I be great
Opposition want me to lose, you see it in they face
Same niggas

Way too twisted walking in cursive
Bitch too gothic fishnets with the harness
She want Beni's but she eating Churches
Maison Margiela everytime I

Now they watching so I gotta keep it tucked (Swag)
(Yea) lil homie you don't know what's up (Woo)
I been ridin' 'round in brand new Bentley truck (Woah)

step i keep it tucked
Baby girl you mine
So one else
Can fucking touch
Every time I see you
Swear to god I fall in love
Got me in my feelings
No Od no

We was born on right side 
Intrigued by the mystique of the streets cnd what goes on in the night time
Double back on my life line 
I suffered