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Look, run up on me you gone die
My shooter he like twelve come from hell catching homicide
If I say my brother you my brother I ain't gotta lie
He gone be a dead man walking if a nigga try

Look, we gone roll him in that 3.5
I just want a bitch that like to smoke and ride on lake shore drive
I just want a bitch that want some soul ties like major nine
Sike bitch ion even want no fuckin soul ties
Ion love these bitches I just fuck em pass em to my guys
All these bitches talking like they real, but they really lies
Gotta watch yo homies niggas shiesty better recognize
Niggas really bitches, stay put up they don't even come outside
They don't really fuck wit the guys, niggas be fake in disguise
Ion even be surprised gang keep ninas when they slide
Look, bitch I'm dripped up in da latest fashion rocking Saint Davaun
Nigga fuck that Saint Laurent, I be balling like LeBron
My cousin up in jail telling crazy stories like King Von
That shit just so crazy when he got locked up he ain't get no bond
For a while now I did this rapping shit just for fun
Now I do it for funds, niggas see me they gone run
When I heard da news about my uncle that shit left me numb
Bitches tryna run they game on me, lil bitch I ain't dumb
Niggas out here starting internet beef
Niggas ain't really on nun
They ain't even on a crumb, we got some shit make ya run wit ya gun



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Writer(s): Jalen Cameron
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