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Slide on your block with a stick
Get to busting
I kill a nigga
That shit don't mean nothing
Don't feel a thing
When I flame it and up it
I spin through your block
You ain't tough you be ducking
Your thottie be fuckin
And geeking and sucking
Get thottie to line up
A nigga for nothing
He thinking he safe
He get hit in his muffin
For all of that gang shit
My niggas is bussin
For the shit he was talking
His mom gotta suffer
I make it hot in the spot
Like I'm usher
I know her bodies
Don't think imma touch her
I started bugging
I came up from nothing
She got a laced weave
She be fronting
Shit on these niggas
On bro I be dumping
The nigga that you think is tough
Gon go out like a bitch
He gon beg for his life like a puppy
I chase em down
And on offense I'm bucking
He think he untouchable
Until we touch him
I really hate politicking
And discussing
Bro Give he me a pill
So that I can go rush em
She tryna shake it
Like let's get a room
He get hit out his room
And sent straight to the moon
If the opps drop the addy
We sliding by noon
If he really want smoke
Come and link with my goons
Every time I go drill
I pray May at the gates
That's for Mickey I'm Gunning
For D imma chase
And he still gon get clicked on
Like fuck is a case
If you speak on my dead
You get put in your place
Moving oppy
Let's see if the beam work
Brodie blitz em
Let's show em that team work
I shoot movies
With opp niggas BM's
Get sent to the moon
Nigga thought it was Dreamworks
I try not to question
If she moving wocky
I know you gon leave me
The second shits rocky
I was the goalie
But never played hockey
I'd post like a drone
Then go spinning with Dottie
They talk bout my case
Cause they know they can't stop
Stop me
Like I can't move wocky
The Fed's tryna lock me
I'll up it in public
Don't care if we shopping
You lucky that bro saved your life When he stopped me

I would pop me a yercy
Then get in my faze
And I'm still bending blocks
That's how niggas got grazed
And these bitches wanna fuck
But these bitches be blazed
When we spin
All the opps
Get to looking both ways
Mom I'm sorry that I'm always
Out in the streets
I'm just tryna make money
Not tryna make friends
Imma love you forever
I'll ride to the end
I won't ever let up
I Send shots when I spin
Taught me never to lose
So I promise to win
Imma put on for d
He was really my twin
If a opp nigga slide
And hit me in my chin
I hope D at the gate
Hope I see you again
Brodie thought he got lucky
It bounced off the rim
He get thrown in that water
Don't think he can swim
I would wait in the corner
Then shoot off his shin
They had me on the bench
Felt like Jeremy Lin
All the pain that I felt
I won't feel it again



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Writer(s): Edward De La Cruz
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