556
What's up
Braz King on it, you dig
That is a motherfucker
Bad bitch, she know I dick him
5'5", 6", I swear they rip him
Just tell my niggas I swear they get him
Late night, you know we flip him
Now your ass is vipin' him
Plenty money in the dental
Get the drop and then we spend him
Eat his ass just like some dinner
Eat his ass just like some dinner
Chicken, mac and run, 4-4
Nigga, I had to look him up, go and get him
Down back, I ain't have nobody call on no more
Had to get it
Late night in the trenches
Me and my slime, we had to get it
Dark time, I ain't seen more drone than Glock
Them drones are chicken
Play with my G, hit up with the Glock
They hold a 50
If you got a 50, it's a countin', that's a cheatin'
An LT, BB, Miles, we ain't with the set
Your ass can get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm bitch like my feet on venom
Get your bitch, I feed her semen
In the block, we in the hemlock
Do the dance, I'm poppin' purse
You know I'm turtle, fuckin' bad bitch
Freak my nigga, George, he was havin' bad bitches
You know we get that shit
You know we havin' shit
You know we wrecked the shit
I had caught a fire, and you know we with this shit
Lonely heart, he showed me how to truck this bag and shit
Yeah, I fucked that bitch, just saw my swag and shit
And now they mad and shit
Just cause we goin' up
I'm pourin' up the lines, two up in my cup
Hella wheels, smoke that shit like back to back
This nigga trippin', caught that bitch and her shit still a knack
Come around the gang, wipe them, no, we still in packs
And I beat a bad bitch right from the back
Suckin' on my dick, right, and she suck the sack
I know these niggas dead, and I know they ain't comin' back
Bitch, we runnin' laps, like they runnin' tracks
Oh, they still alive
We gon' double back
We gon' leave em' flat
Nigga, where they at
Nigga, where they at
I'm like, where they at
Where they at
All these niggas, huh
I'm like, where they at
We tryna shoot some guns
All these niggas lame
Tryna bust they brains
Tryna live with steam
I'm like, where they at
All these niggas, huh
They ain't in they bitch
They be cappin'
All these niggas, huh
I'm like, fuck that shit, let's go and spin
Bullets flyin'
Niggas turn me up, they got me mad
Time to die
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Braz King on it, you dig
That is a motherfucker
Bad bitch, she know I dick him
5'5", 6", I swear they rip him
Just tell my niggas I swear they get him
Late night, you know we flip him
Now your ass is vipin' him
Plenty money in the dental
Get the drop and then we spend him
Eat his ass just like some dinner
Eat his ass just like some dinner
Chicken, mac and run, 4-4
Nigga, I had to look him up, go and get him
Down back, I ain't have nobody call on no more
Had to get it
Late night in the trenches
Me and my slime, we had to get it
Dark time, I ain't seen more drone than Glock
Them drones are chicken
Play with my G, hit up with the Glock
They hold a 50
If you got a 50, it's a countin', that's a cheatin'
An LT, BB, Miles, we ain't with the set
Your ass can get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm bitch like my feet on venom
Get your bitch, I feed her semen
In the block, we in the hemlock
Do the dance, I'm poppin' purse
You know I'm turtle, fuckin' bad bitch
Freak my nigga, George, he was havin' bad bitches
You know we get that shit
You know we havin' shit
You know we wrecked the shit
I had caught a fire, and you know we with this shit
Lonely heart, he showed me how to truck this bag and shit
Yeah, I fucked that bitch, just saw my swag and shit
And now they mad and shit
Just cause we goin' up
I'm pourin' up the lines, two up in my cup
Hella wheels, smoke that shit like back to back
This nigga trippin', caught that bitch and her shit still a knack
Come around the gang, wipe them, no, we still in packs
And I beat a bad bitch right from the back
Suckin' on my dick, right, and she suck the sack
I know these niggas dead, and I know they ain't comin' back
Bitch, we runnin' laps, like they runnin' tracks
Oh, they still alive
We gon' double back
We gon' leave em' flat
Nigga, where they at
Nigga, where they at
I'm like, where they at
Where they at
All these niggas, huh
I'm like, where they at
We tryna shoot some guns
All these niggas lame
Tryna bust they brains
Tryna live with steam
I'm like, where they at
All these niggas, huh
They ain't in they bitch
They be cappin'
All these niggas, huh
I'm like, fuck that shit, let's go and spin
Bullets flyin'
Niggas turn me up, they got me mad
Time to die
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
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