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Chest out, face bruised
Jaw broke, loose tooth
Stomped out, new boots
I swing, you snooze
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You don't wanna get held up
So put the money in the bag and shut the fuck up
Don't move to fast because bitch we keep the blade tucked
My temper running short, I might blow and erupt
You won't find another bunch of niggas like us
Young niggas on the edge and We ain't worried bout much
Have you pussy niggas shook up from the Glock that I clutch
I ain't a killer but don't push me, if you do I might bust mother fucka
Get your skull cracked skull cracked
Beat em then we haul ass
Wallet snatched I don't fuck cards I want all cash
Hop in swerve off nigga let them cops pass
Middle fingers up, fuck em all bitch they all trash

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All black, mask on
Shoot first, reload
Aim high, swing low
Fuck all of these peoples

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Writer(s): Breezy Supreme
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