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Uh, mm, look
I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't fuck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas (Aye Peewee killed the keys, huh?)
Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings (Bboy dripping that sauce)
I ain't alright, lil daddy
They tried to play me, tried to snake me and diss my life, lil daddy
And how I feel, you tried to take it
I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't fuck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas (Aye Peewee killed the keys, huh?)
Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings (Bboy dripping that sauce)
I ain't alright, lil daddy
They tried to play me, tried to snake me and diss my life, lil daddy
And how I feel, you tried to take it
This a whole thirty clip, bitch, you gon' take it
I don't understand a war about some pussy niggas hatin'
Talk to my mama on a jake call, no bond, I had to lay down
I'm in a stolen whip while ridin' 'round
Me and Ten with a hundred rounds
Head bust, how that boy was found
Spray that strap, now turn in there
Tell 'em, "Get the fuck up out my way 'cause it's my turn now"
Baby girl said I'm her favorite now, okay, I'm with that
I'm with DJ while he drunk and I'm still young, I still drink that
I'ma turn up when I come and when I leave up in a Maybach
Money comin' up in bundles, bitch, don't try me, I be on that
I don't understand a war about some pussy niggas hatin'
Talk to my mama on a jake call, no bond, I had to lay down
I'm in a stolen whip while ridin' 'round
Me and Ten with a hundred rounds
Head bust, how that boy was found
Spray that strap, now turn in there
Tell 'em, "Get the fuck up out my way 'cause it's my turn now"
Baby girl said I'm her favorite now, okay, I'm with that
I'm with DJ while he drunk and I'm still young, I still drink that
I'ma turn up when I come and when I leave up in a Maybach
Money comin' up in bundles, bitch, don't try me, I be on that
I'll dump that
I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't fuck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings
I got the money counter, lil' baby up in Saint Laurent
We be wreckin' shit soon as I come, whole click straight dumb
Shoot the huh, fill it with the whole drum
Keep both of my pockets filled with money, they can't hold nothin'
I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't fuck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings
I got the money counter, lil' baby up in Saint Laurent
We be wreckin' shit soon as I come, whole click straight dumb
Shoot the huh, fill it with the whole drum
Keep both of my pockets filled with money, they can't hold nothin'
Spin the bitch, I bet that we fold somethin', yeah
I ain't sparin' shit, spray it, fuck the boy, my brother dead
Hundred thousand in my jacket pocket and I got on sweats
And you still can't fuckin' tell if I was walkin' with that TEC
But you know I'm totin' fire
Tote dirty sticks and dirty nines
Hit 'em with that face shot, boaw, that's a cold smile
Caught that boy tryna leave his show, E-way, that's me slingin' iron
Wanna kill me, but they takin' time
Dumb stupid fuck, I take his mind
Doofus
I ain't sparin' shit, spray it, fuck the boy, my brother dead
Hundred thousand in my jacket pocket and I got on sweats
And you still can't fuckin' tell if I was walkin' with that TEC
But you know I'm totin' fire
Tote dirty sticks and dirty nines
Hit 'em with that face shot, boaw, that's a cold smile
Caught that boy tryna leave his show, E-way, that's me slingin' iron
Wanna kill me, but they takin' time
Dumb stupid fuck, I take his mind
Doofus
I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't fuck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings
Youngin' turnt up on them jiggaboos, you know that he'll shoot at you
Ridin' in a coupe with my dude, that's North sider proof
We caught like two bodies, he a shotta, he'll step on you
They know what the fuck we do, got a video, we shoot to shoot
Look, take his legs off, take his hands off, baow, baow
I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings
Youngin' turnt up on them jiggaboos, you know that he'll shoot at you
Ridin' in a coupe with my dude, that's North sider proof
We caught like two bodies, he a shotta, he'll step on you
They know what the fuck we do, got a video, we shoot to shoot
Look, take his legs off, take his hands off, baow, baow
Whip my burner out, now he scared now, calm down
Rap-ass nigga gunned down, bitch, bang
Still got the top off when the sun down, bitch, we ain't the same
I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't fuck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings
Rap-ass nigga gunned down, bitch, bang
Still got the top off when the sun down, bitch, we ain't the same
I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't fuck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings
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