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I don’t play shoot you in yo face, Glock 9 on my waist, pussy nigga run up on the block we gon spray, in the track we gon race,feel like tay k in this bitch this ain’t bout a race, late nights with the gang in the Escalade ,hit the club get azul, you know we get craze,10 pounds of this chronic this for the pain, Been through shit lately they must not know the pain, been relaxed when I’m off the drank,2 cups of this guap promethazine,outside supercharged and we switching lanes, got the Mac and the drake this for you lames, pulling up high asf I don’t know a thang ,this Glock got a beam shit on anything,