We get dropped, burnin', broad day, nighttime, bitch, we lurkin'
Catch em slippin', purzin', we slingin' K's, we feelin' for murder
This stick I got, I bitch, we ain't heard of this
Back when I spin, it's funeral services
I'm tryna load up and hop out the beer, *, real shoota
I cannot hang with the scary bitch
He was dissin' on my dead niggas
It's funny cause now he a dead nigga
Like a pencil get filled up with lead, nigga
That's a bop, now I swung, spit, niggas
Lil' bro tryna walk down the feet
Walk down the * like I walk down the beat
Get jammed up, won't speak
Put me in the cell, ain't *, police bought me
Thoughts through the street, yo, B.T. tellin' *
Niggas be 12, but a user on television
Trapped in any day, you just don't know the elements
Locked in the cell, and yeah, I'm still sellin' it
Drippin' designer, she style look elegant
Bought her a heart like I just got a settlement
Hoes ain't *, so no, I ain't settlin'
Chopped with a switch, he'll knock down the elephant
Shout out the coast, we doin' the most
Catch a op in this bitch, and we killin' em
Saw a hope, everybody went ghost
That * left me heart broke
Thought she was real, but really a ho
Can't trust these hoes, they'll * with your bros
Nine days, ain't no morals or codes
Pain and suffering turn me to a goat
Sad to say, I gotta * the mentality
Why? Cause I gotta * the reality
I heard that them killers ain't athlete
Run up on me, and I swear that's fatality
We doin' hits, tragedy, we kill *, bitch
Savage, let's off this dead masterpiece
Slide every time, it's a casualty
18, I caught 15 years
I ain't never shed a tear
Come out to sell boots on with a knife
For my life, I ain't never shed a tear

For my health, play crazy, you dyin' in hell
18, I caught 15 years
I ain't never shed a tear
Come out to sell boots on with a knife
For my health, play crazy, you dyin' in hell
Nah, for real, we puttin' bodies in coffins
Papa the cut, I'ma pop him, chase him with chop
He ran away, I caught him, stood over him
Headshot him, boom, boom
Dead opps got me coughin', so my opps stay cautious
Nah, for real, ha ha
Nah, for real, ha
No, I don't trust these hoes
They kept everything they say be bullshit
Since he got a big-ass knife, and I can't
Catch that bitch, I'll be the fool
Clip, clip, clip
On Neighborhood Crip
If you run, don't trip
That's a news clip
Boom, boom, boom
This, this, this stick I got
I bet you ain't heard this
Bet my spin is funeral services
Come out
Come out
Come out
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