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Let's go, let's go Manpack that shit up man, we gotta get up out this bitch I'll blow that shit bitch I ain't stingy You can slide around with Boston if your top different Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing Wanna know how niggas dying? Niggas keep dissing But I don't get in that, I'm steady rackin' up them chickens I wanna hit the booth, but I'm stuck up in them trenches I bang that five, but I want six hoes with me like I'm Nipsey ****ing hoes and keying doors that's just how we living She done popped an Adderall, now she say she miss me She gone pull up and eat it all, only when she tipsy Runnin' circles 'round these hoes, treat 'em like a frisbee Why the **** these IG hoes always tryna tempt me? Damn, I swear I hate a bitch who want all the attention Bitch you trippin', I got enough cheese, I could buy a Richie I told my dawg don't pop no more, them young [?] is fienin I'm tryna fly her out to Turk, but damn this bitch stay trippin' You know I left her feelin' hurt, I can feel the tension Tired of puttin' niggas on and they don't do nothin' with it I'm tired of niggas saying they on, but they never spin it I'm tired of bitches shakin' ass, get mad, when I won't hit it I'll blow that shit bitch I ain't stingy You can slide around with Boston if your top different Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing Wanna know how niggas dying? Niggas keep dissing But I don't get in that, I'm steady rackin' up them chickens I wanna hit the booth, but I'm stuck up in them trenches I bang that five, but I want six hoes with me like I'm Nipsey (Smurk) ****ing hoes and keying doors that's just how we living (You know what the **** goin', nigga) I be tryna tell him, without sayin' too much, we tryna nail him (Boom) Bro got bodies, he a demon child, I'm brothers to a devil (Grrah) I'ma slime you out, if brodie do it, I'm 'round, you ain't gon' tell it (Finesse) I done been on hits with every gun, them Dracos ain't gon' fear you All my opps some bitches, half them came to court to be a witness (bitches) They was switchin', so I called them threats to bring a couple switches And we bully killers, we take from the niggas who be takin' (Give me that) And I'm petty, I need a deuce, I took a pint plus what he drinkin' I ain't never run, had to throw my Glock, I brought another gun (Another gun) Even though I don't eat meat, I placed the order for another drum (Another drum) Blue beam, 'cause that red beam don't make the chasers swarm Lucky how we caught him, **** his name, we call him Ladybug (Man, what?) All them niggas say my name they better speak up (Come here) Backseat with that blackout, told the driver "Let the seat up" Hop out like we Uber Eats, "Hello, here go your pizza" (Hello) Free Rico out that jam, he just a real street nigga, man what? I'll blow that shit bitch I ain't stingy You can slide around with Boston if your top different Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing Wanna know how niggas dying? Niggas keep dissing But I don't get in that, I'm steady rackin' up them chickens I wanna hit the booth, but I'm stuck up in them trenches I bang that five, but I want six hoes with me like I'm Nipsey ****ing hoes and keying doors that's just how we living Niggas knowin' where we bang, never go out against the grave We've been knockin' shit down, from the streets, the Chain Gang Slidin' 'round with the Drac', get the "Wow" wood-grained Call my dawg a **** Nigga, it's just a Florida thing
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