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This that hop out on his corner And spray his whole block up this that get that money Girl know I be lying I tell her just keep it honest She the type of bitch where you gotta be Like This that this that this that
This that shut your mouth and bitch come and count these racks up This that we got Issues but come and fill mag up Put my car in reverse bitch I'm trynna run this bag up I Know I broke you spine but now I need you back up Get the fuck Wok to hard man Please don't take that opp pack nigga I gotta face that yeah he keep lead but I'm trynna Erase that Glock freebreeze I gotta spray that I got a rack zip coon Perks get me high I Go straight to the moon I don't know when but I'll be on earth soon
This that hop out on his corner And spray his whole block up this that get that money Get lil shy off of lock up This that type of motion where them bitches they can't stop us Tral said we just drop and these niggas still can't top us Yeah I shot my shot and these Niggas still can't block us coming through the paint bitch I'm feeling like I'm Giannis My Girl know I be lying I tell her just keep it honest She the type of bitch where you gotta be Like This that this that this that



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Writer(s): Stephen Marsden, Christopher Jackson, William K. Mclean, Antario D. Holmes, Jordan Matthew Suecof, James Alexander, Johnny Hammond, Ben Cauley, Andres Titus, Allen Alvoid Jr. Jones
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