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Pipe that shit up TnT Get back on the ****ing track Wo-ah, oh-oh NLE the Top Shotta I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda Eh, eh, eh, wo-oah Ay, ay, ay Sometimes I gamble with my heart I'm takin' chances, where my love at? Don't know what it started, got me askin' "where the drugs at?" Suburban hoop, cause I be posted with the Rug Rats Came up off of robbin', but my OG really soul crack Billion views up, but I still go and kill some Take one of my dawgs and Imma make sure all y'all feel one Unexpected shootout, yeah you know I'm when that drill comes Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'till you niggas come And I ain't goin' in 'till the mornin' I see a cop, I'm mournin' We leave his mamma mournin' He send a threat, ignore it The internet for corporate We leave his body corpse spread and then his breath aborted Wanna go far, but I know bullshit be stoppin' you Tell 'em keep goin' hard cause I know that's just what I would do People who pushin' through they battles, I swear I'm proud of you People who say they gon' be there for you ain't on sight of you Granny and momma happy her son havin' a baby Movin' like a don so them niggas steady hate me Momma say I'm crazy cause I'm posted with the Drac' man Tuck it in my pants, I can't let a nigga take me Life gettin' better, but sometimes it's gettin' hard People want beneficials, but they ain't play a part Turn yo' back on me we getting ready for war Backseat with this Drac', we lettin' fire off in this car Gambles, and crosses, and losses we take those If he ain't man enough, then my killers nominate those Pesos, we get even as if you owe bro Game up in a chokehold, they tellin me to let go Lately I been havin' stress all day Too many problems we face Gotta sit down and pray Eh, eh, I swear to that it's gon' be okay Sometimes I gamble with my heart I'm takin' chances, where my love at? Don't know what it started, got me askin' "where the drugs at?" Suburban hoop, cause I be posted with the Rug Rats Came up off of robbin', but my OG really soul crack Billion views up, but I still go and kill some Take one of my dawgs and Imma make sure all y'all feel one Unexpected shootout, yeah you know I'm when that drill comes Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post up 'till you niggas come NLE the Top Shotta, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda Gon' post up to a nigga's home
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