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Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy watch out, ayy watch out
I got lil' Go-
I got lil' Goxan on this muhfucker
Fuck, fuck
We in the dark don't fuckin' grab me
Hurry up and pass the weed smoke session
That shit some 4 feet, this ain't no pressure
First time you shop wit' me, nigga I'ma bless you
20 off 3.5, nigga ass blessry
Get the police off me, the hood like Lester
Bitch ain't DM me back, aight no pressure
Fake poppin' shit online, you capped out
Nigga rappin' ‘bout they fuckin' cap life
A jacket just pull out machete in the trenches
Ayy watch out, ayy watch out
I got lil' Go-
I got lil' Goxan on this muhfucker
Fuck, fuck
We in the dark don't fuckin' grab me
Hurry up and pass the weed smoke session
That shit some 4 feet, this ain't no pressure
First time you shop wit' me, nigga I'ma bless you
20 off 3.5, nigga ass blessry
Get the police off me, the hood like Lester
Bitch ain't DM me back, aight no pressure
Fake poppin' shit online, you capped out
Nigga rappin' ‘bout they fuckin' cap life
A jacket just pull out machete in the trenches
Told twin “hurry up and serve me, I'm fiending”
Spin up yo' whip, got that muhfucka leanin'
Smoke the blunt wax comin' out, it creamin'
Fightin' the real, you- you talkin' ‘bout you fightin' demons
Old head havin' fake golds and shit cheesin'
Told my partna' “bring the drugs, really need it”
Shoot the fye pick up the slugs, I won't leave it
Bih' suckin' on her thumb, must be teethin'
Still come pick up my package in the hood
I'm a lil' rich, I still might jump out the woods
Fake clutchin', might as well run away
Sunny day, I'm outside with the Drac
Ain't gon' cap, I need lil' Goxan 808
This the real one when I run out, my play await
Bags on Telegram, shit same day
Spin up yo' whip, got that muhfucka leanin'
Smoke the blunt wax comin' out, it creamin'
Fightin' the real, you- you talkin' ‘bout you fightin' demons
Old head havin' fake golds and shit cheesin'
Told my partna' “bring the drugs, really need it”
Shoot the fye pick up the slugs, I won't leave it
Bih' suckin' on her thumb, must be teethin'
Still come pick up my package in the hood
I'm a lil' rich, I still might jump out the woods
Fake clutchin', might as well run away
Sunny day, I'm outside with the Drac
Ain't gon' cap, I need lil' Goxan 808
This the real one when I run out, my play await
Bags on Telegram, shit same day
Playin' in yo' hood, yo' name don't hold weight
Back out this bitch, I done ran up like 8
Bands, I got this shit in my pant
Fuck nigga reachin' ‘round, shoot his hand
My lil' partna' want the kill, he runnin' in
I don't use my scope, it's too advanced
Nigga jump the gate, I don't use my hands
Swiss cheese if you owe lil' buddy money
Shoot ya' shirt, this shit rip through ya' stomach
I'm alert, I'm on beat, watch for gunmen
Swift hoes in my hood fuck for some money
Not no orbis gun, you will get nerf
‘Fore he get ‘round real niggas he rehearse
Nigga better stand down, slappin' you down
Lil' buddy brought the drank, look at the time
Midnight we still clutchin' on iron
Kicked out the store, I start to shoot the bitch down
Back out this bitch, I done ran up like 8
Bands, I got this shit in my pant
Fuck nigga reachin' ‘round, shoot his hand
My lil' partna' want the kill, he runnin' in
I don't use my scope, it's too advanced
Nigga jump the gate, I don't use my hands
Swiss cheese if you owe lil' buddy money
Shoot ya' shirt, this shit rip through ya' stomach
I'm alert, I'm on beat, watch for gunmen
Swift hoes in my hood fuck for some money
Not no orbis gun, you will get nerf
‘Fore he get ‘round real niggas he rehearse
Nigga better stand down, slappin' you down
Lil' buddy brought the drank, look at the time
Midnight we still clutchin' on iron
Kicked out the store, I start to shoot the bitch down
I don't think ‘bout shit, I got loot on my mind
Fuck nigga who you runnin' wit' spinned too
Hang up on a hoe, I can't vent to you
Kick a nigga door, wit' my tennis shoe
Pick the stick up, get it out the floor
Za goin' for that high and that low
Ain't no shrooms over here, that's that other door
Fuck, fuck
Fuck nigga who you runnin' wit' spinned too
Hang up on a hoe, I can't vent to you
Kick a nigga door, wit' my tennis shoe
Pick the stick up, get it out the floor
Za goin' for that high and that low
Ain't no shrooms over here, that's that other door
Fuck, fuck
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