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Aye, Drigo the fuck drugs you was on when you made this, man

We droppin' lo's
Come meet me at the top, that's where I'm at
Catch him, get him back
Tried to run, got hit in his back
All these hoes be on my dick, cause they love chasin' sacks
Fuck up and make it back
He died, he ain't make it back
Like how you go like that
Aint have that pole, got wacked
For all that chitter-chat
Now he ain't talkin' back
Pop niggas like a flat, get high, then double back
They thought that I was gone
Surprise, lil' bitch, I'm back

Matter fact, pull up and park it niggas got me started
He think he lit, snuck inside and shot up the whole party
It's up, it's stuck like Cardi, don't give no fucks, we heartless
I'm special, go retarded, take flight, I just departed
Bitch, niggas, they talk the most and then they go OT
Travel with that stick, might catch you on Miami beach
Got fanned, now he deceased, yo mans on R.I.P.'s
I'm posted where you be, I'm up, ain't been asleep
That murder on my mind, demons with me, come outside
Could run, but you can't hide, bump up, we bound to find
Don't swing on shit, we slide, hot shit, he felt the fire
I'm lit, might start a riot, hawk him, send him to the sky

We droppin' lo's
Come meet me at the top, that's where I'm at
Catch him, get him back
Tried to run, got hit in his back
All these hoes be on my dick, cause they love chasin' sacks
Fuck up and make it back
He died, he ain't make it back
Like how you go like that
Aint have that pole, got wacked
For all that chitter-chat
Now he ain't talkin' back
Pop niggas like a flat, get high, then double back
They thought that I was gone
Surprise, lil' bitch, I'm back

New opp, I'm smokin' that, yo BM gettin' cracked
I know these niggas sad, mug on me lookin' mad
I pop out in all black, won't say a word, it's that
I'm in yo' town, lay niggas down, I put em on a track
Like he was speedin', we gon' flick him, turn him to a picture
Might pop a jigga, 4nem off another fifth of liquor
I'm spazzin', I been trippin', I'm killin' shit, literally
That murder, fuck a injury, too cold like the winter be
He told, Master Splinter weak, get him gone, victory
On my own, put shit to sleep, ain't heard of me, I'm low-key
A chef, I cook the beef, I spin and don't retreat
They want the smoke, it's free, these niggas jokes to me

We droppin' lo's
Come meet me at the top, that's where I'm at
Catch him, get him back
Tried to run, got hit in his back
All these hoes be on my dick, cause they love chasin' sacks
Fuck up and make it back
He died, he ain't make it back
Like how you go like that
Aint have that pole, got wacked
For all that chitter-chat
Now he ain't talkin' back
Pop niggas like a flat, get high, then double back
They thought that I was gone
Surprise, lil' bitch, I'm back



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Writer(s): Giammoda Miller Ii
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