Oh Lord
I'm back again, we spinning back again, new opp pack reel Them in my closest friend
Might be my weapon man, I mean I'm really saying, don't trust me friend, I might just
slime you out to get up closer, then, I lean his ass, and rock em bye you sleep, Ba don't
Bother kid, 556 done cleared his top like damn, big ass carbon kit, I'm walking
With a lamp, my stick keep poking, I said don't bother kid, my senses booted up, I
Popped this x god damn I am rolling kid on high alert, I saw his shoulder jerk, we got
To hittin shit like bang bang, what it is you want do, I got my button flipped, we glockied
up, move wrong, we switch it up, see see you shaking up, this real magic, just watch I, grab my fire
Head tap em he rising up, don't play with me, I'll have your fucking mama at the
Alter whining why they take my baby, look here lady, grab a gun, they dying, suit
And tie his ass was casket fresh, pussy boy got boxed up, we lamp and wait, jump out and let
It spray, ha ha bitch I'm Freddy, we cracking pans, hop out that four door spraying
You gone his brains, spaghetti, oh lord, oh lord, man why, oh lord, a dead nigga, sent
Him to the sky, oh lord, oh lord, where the fuck he going, oh lord, oh lord, send his
Ass to hell, gone, I sound like Teeski, how I yell out, bail, it's another one, the opposition
Looking over frail, peekaboo, yo ass don't be outside, you love the story tell
You can't gas me bitch, I ain't no shorty, you a catch a shell, glock get mad bitch
It'll get to blazing like it's Tony Snell, Mr. Bucks I call my man homie, he on the paper
Trail, CTB that shit just tatted on me, you think I was born to fail, I'm a gangster and
A real survivor, some like a 50 tail, my drac look like a kendo stick, in other words
Nigga it's big as hell, chop chop blow you kiss and if it don't like you bitch it get
To cursing, I'm the leader nigga, don't nobody wanna see you Otis, put the chop right to
The peephole, nigga this your final notice, I walk the beat down, I talk crazy and I pop
My shit, no Drewski live, you think this shit funny, you think this shit a game, these young
Niggas shooting three straight at ya top just like they Danny Grange, drop the boy get up
Close look him in his ass what was the nigga saying, oh lord, oh lord, man why, oh lord
He sent me to the sky, oh lord, oh lord, man I'm gone, oh lord, oh lord his ass sent me home
Might be my weapon man, I mean I'm really saying, don't trust me friend, I might just
slime you out to get up closer, then, I lean his ass, and rock em bye you sleep, Ba don't
Bother kid, 556 done cleared his top like damn, big ass carbon kit, I'm walking
With a lamp, my stick keep poking, I said don't bother kid, my senses booted up, I
Popped this x god damn I am rolling kid on high alert, I saw his shoulder jerk, we got
To hittin shit like bang bang, what it is you want do, I got my button flipped, we glockied
up, move wrong, we switch it up, see see you shaking up, this real magic, just watch I, grab my fire
Head tap em he rising up, don't play with me, I'll have your fucking mama at the
Alter whining why they take my baby, look here lady, grab a gun, they dying, suit
And tie his ass was casket fresh, pussy boy got boxed up, we lamp and wait, jump out and let
It spray, ha ha bitch I'm Freddy, we cracking pans, hop out that four door spraying
You gone his brains, spaghetti, oh lord, oh lord, man why, oh lord, a dead nigga, sent
Him to the sky, oh lord, oh lord, where the fuck he going, oh lord, oh lord, send his
Ass to hell, gone, I sound like Teeski, how I yell out, bail, it's another one, the opposition
Looking over frail, peekaboo, yo ass don't be outside, you love the story tell
You can't gas me bitch, I ain't no shorty, you a catch a shell, glock get mad bitch
It'll get to blazing like it's Tony Snell, Mr. Bucks I call my man homie, he on the paper
Trail, CTB that shit just tatted on me, you think I was born to fail, I'm a gangster and
A real survivor, some like a 50 tail, my drac look like a kendo stick, in other words
Nigga it's big as hell, chop chop blow you kiss and if it don't like you bitch it get
To cursing, I'm the leader nigga, don't nobody wanna see you Otis, put the chop right to
The peephole, nigga this your final notice, I walk the beat down, I talk crazy and I pop
My shit, no Drewski live, you think this shit funny, you think this shit a game, these young
Niggas shooting three straight at ya top just like they Danny Grange, drop the boy get up
Close look him in his ass what was the nigga saying, oh lord, oh lord, man why, oh lord
He sent me to the sky, oh lord, oh lord, man I'm gone, oh lord, oh lord his ass sent me home
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