Greenlight
Ay
Freedalreal
In the zone with my demons
They let it bust
We run him down
Man down
On da block
With my niggas
Counting bankrolls
Bro super mad
He playing with Darco's
Catch a opp
Yuh
We smoking like sativa
My shooter knock off
Your head off no Hesi
If we catch you slipping
You ain't gon make it out
(Pow pow)
Yuh
Stacking my pockets
Ain't worried about a bitch
Better act right or get hit with a stick
Caught a L but
I'm styll back on my wins
What they be rapping
You know it's just cap
I'll call up my demons
They raiding the place
Got blast in his face
Cause his glizzy is fake
He ran out his shoe
And he tripped on his lace
Can't eat at my table
Can't rock with these fakes
Life is a gamble
I keep rolling dice
We was down bad but we styll get it
Right creep on the opp and
You know it's on sight
Pourin up henny
I don't need no sprite
You lack in the field
If don't tote a pipe
He say that he fams
But he switch over night Run that
Boy down like a thief in the night
I got the drip
I'm dripping like Candles
Drip to hard
Diamonds clear like water
She almost drowned (Drown)
She know I'm next up
I don't need to oppressed her
Ain't no lil nigga
Ima big Dawg
(Big Dawg)
He talking hot
Put 4 shots to his belly
If he a opp
Just know he gonna die
40 clip start Sparing
You can't talk to me
I'm too turnt up
Demon time
All my niggas on the same page
Catch us a Body
Now we on the run
Do this for crodie
Off the codeine
In the zone with my demons
They let it bust
We run him down
Man down
On the block
With my niggas
Counting bankrolls
Bro super mad
He playing with Darco's
Catch a opp
Yuh
We smoking like sativa
My shooter knock off your head off No Hesi
If we catch you slipping
You ain't gon make it out
Roll with the stick and
We creep at the spot
Stacking them bands
And my pockets be full
That boy be geeking
He play with his nose
Come get your bitch
Cause she fucked the whole team
He seeing them demons
They all in his dreams
Real bread winners
We don't lack on that
Glizzy whip his nose
And he can't bounce back
Taxing the price and
I get it for less
Stacking my bag and
I don't need to stress
Me and my team we steady eat blessed
I'm on the roads and I'm serving that pack
It's a green light you better not lack Got a trap shordy and
She flipping them packs
Look at me while I sit back and
Relax I'm sipping on juice and
I'm counting these racks
I ride for my dawgs
And you know it's on facts
I can see in your eyes
Your not built for the streets
I'm in traffic with killers
Yeah, catch him
In traffic
He shaking like ass
Blast him, bag him
Kill a nigga
I'm just handsome
He said I'm a bitch
I'm just young nigga
He ran from
Young nigga
You know I stay close to the glicks
If it's smoke then we
Pullin' up
Send da drop
Don't flop
Pop me a Perc
My young nigga score
Pull up, skrrt, she ain't 'bout bag
Then that bitch she get curved
In the zone with my demons
They let it bust
We run him down
Man down
On the block
With my niggas
Counting bankrolls
Bro super mad
He playing with Darco's
Catch a opp
Yuh
We smoking like sativa
My shooter knock off your head off No Hesi
If we catch you slipping
You ain't gon make it out
In the zone with my demons
They let it bust
We run him down
Man down
On da block
With my niggas
Counting bankrolls
Bro super mad
He playing with Darco's
Catch a opp
Yuh
We smoking like sativa
My shooter knock off your head off No Hesi
If we catch you slipping
You ain't gon make it out
If we catch you slipping
You ain't gon make it out
Freedalreal
In the zone with my demons
They let it bust
We run him down
Man down
On da block
With my niggas
Counting bankrolls
Bro super mad
He playing with Darco's
Catch a opp
Yuh
We smoking like sativa
My shooter knock off
Your head off no Hesi
If we catch you slipping
You ain't gon make it out
(Pow pow)
Yuh
Stacking my pockets
Ain't worried about a bitch
Better act right or get hit with a stick
Caught a L but
I'm styll back on my wins
What they be rapping
You know it's just cap
I'll call up my demons
They raiding the place
Got blast in his face
Cause his glizzy is fake
He ran out his shoe
And he tripped on his lace
Can't eat at my table
Can't rock with these fakes
Life is a gamble
I keep rolling dice
We was down bad but we styll get it
Right creep on the opp and
You know it's on sight
Pourin up henny
I don't need no sprite
You lack in the field
If don't tote a pipe
He say that he fams
But he switch over night Run that
Boy down like a thief in the night
I got the drip
I'm dripping like Candles
Drip to hard
Diamonds clear like water
She almost drowned (Drown)
She know I'm next up
I don't need to oppressed her
Ain't no lil nigga
Ima big Dawg
(Big Dawg)
He talking hot
Put 4 shots to his belly
If he a opp
Just know he gonna die
40 clip start Sparing
You can't talk to me
I'm too turnt up
Demon time
All my niggas on the same page
Catch us a Body
Now we on the run
Do this for crodie
Off the codeine
In the zone with my demons
They let it bust
We run him down
Man down
On the block
With my niggas
Counting bankrolls
Bro super mad
He playing with Darco's
Catch a opp
Yuh
We smoking like sativa
My shooter knock off your head off No Hesi
If we catch you slipping
You ain't gon make it out
Roll with the stick and
We creep at the spot
Stacking them bands
And my pockets be full
That boy be geeking
He play with his nose
Come get your bitch
Cause she fucked the whole team
He seeing them demons
They all in his dreams
Real bread winners
We don't lack on that
Glizzy whip his nose
And he can't bounce back
Taxing the price and
I get it for less
Stacking my bag and
I don't need to stress
Me and my team we steady eat blessed
I'm on the roads and I'm serving that pack
It's a green light you better not lack Got a trap shordy and
She flipping them packs
Look at me while I sit back and
Relax I'm sipping on juice and
I'm counting these racks
I ride for my dawgs
And you know it's on facts
I can see in your eyes
Your not built for the streets
I'm in traffic with killers
Yeah, catch him
In traffic
He shaking like ass
Blast him, bag him
Kill a nigga
I'm just handsome
He said I'm a bitch
I'm just young nigga
He ran from
Young nigga
You know I stay close to the glicks
If it's smoke then we
Pullin' up
Send da drop
Don't flop
Pop me a Perc
My young nigga score
Pull up, skrrt, she ain't 'bout bag
Then that bitch she get curved
In the zone with my demons
They let it bust
We run him down
Man down
On the block
With my niggas
Counting bankrolls
Bro super mad
He playing with Darco's
Catch a opp
Yuh
We smoking like sativa
My shooter knock off your head off No Hesi
If we catch you slipping
You ain't gon make it out
In the zone with my demons
They let it bust
We run him down
Man down
On da block
With my niggas
Counting bankrolls
Bro super mad
He playing with Darco's
Catch a opp
Yuh
We smoking like sativa
My shooter knock off your head off No Hesi
If we catch you slipping
You ain't gon make it out
If we catch you slipping
You ain't gon make it out
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