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He's on fire
Fuck they say about cracking threes
Fuck they say about cracking threes
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Why you cracking threes, Laric
Two-four made you, use your feet
And y'all talm bout fillin' houses
Better ask how we did Malik
All you do is diss, ain't never did a thing inside these streets
Told you drop that low so we can hoop
Guess niggas ain't wanna meet
Niggas cap rap on they songs, so I had to hop on they beat
Niggas saw me at the stu, ain't do a thing, ain't even speak
On 57, with a box on back, just tryna stalk and creep
On my mama, I was on 57 with a big 40 on me, like, what you sayin'
All these niggas cracking threes, I'm tryna cut off niggas' hand
I had Switch on back of 19x,you play give you a tan
Me and Richsko all in, North Lake caught an opp and then he ran
If we can't find you, then bitch, we get your mans
Its summertime, we spinning ' blocks all day, just like fuckin' fans
Every Glock I tote, on the back, you know it came with a pen
If we can't find niggas, you know how we come we get your friend
Yeah we coming to get niggas' friends, you run with them niggas you gon' die with them niggas
All these niggas, swear they SGK, these niggas hoes
These niggas cappin' on wax, on my daddy nigga, I catch up with you, you know what time it is
Fuck they say about cracking threes
Fuck they say about cracking threes
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Why you cracking threes, Laric
Two-four made you, use your feet
And y'all talm bout fillin' houses
Better ask how we did Malik
All you do is diss, ain't never did a thing inside these streets
Told you drop that low so we can hoop
Guess niggas ain't wanna meet
Niggas cap rap on they songs, so I had to hop on they beat
Niggas saw me at the stu, ain't do a thing, ain't even speak
On 57, with a box on back, just tryna stalk and creep
On my mama, I was on 57 with a big 40 on me, like, what you sayin'
All these niggas cracking threes, I'm tryna cut off niggas' hand
I had Switch on back of 19x,you play give you a tan
Me and Richsko all in, North Lake caught an opp and then he ran
If we can't find you, then bitch, we get your mans
Its summertime, we spinning ' blocks all day, just like fuckin' fans
Every Glock I tote, on the back, you know it came with a pen
If we can't find niggas, you know how we come we get your friend
Yeah we coming to get niggas' friends, you run with them niggas you gon' die with them niggas
All these niggas, swear they SGK, these niggas hoes
These niggas cappin' on wax, on my daddy nigga, I catch up with you, you know what time it is
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Writer(s): Montavion Davis
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