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DamJonboi Big SB, you hear me? Gang What up D? Aye T fuck these niggas It's up there [Verse 1: DamjonBoi] Niggas talking down on gang, get his life took Get his wife fucked, heard you out here with your ice tucked I ain't never had shit for real that's why I like to brag In the set by myself with twenty in a Nike bag Nigga don't ask me 'bout to no hoes 'cause I'ma hoe you On some real I'm up a hunnid' I can show you Nigga look at the D the wrong way somebody gon' blow you I could tell you boys ain't stacking, let me show you Got a phone call, I heard them boys want war It's gonna be kinda easy, all them niggas poor Fell in love with chop strapped the drum on that bitch Big crib with a Mercedes parked in front of that bitch [Verse 2: FMB Dz] Hold on, who these niggas said they speaking on? Get 'em peter rolled, in the coupe with my wife beater on Bitches hitting the phone negging me that jit won't leave me alone You looking for a loan, I got work bitch I could put you on You looking for some bow's, pull yourself bitch I might drop a load Brody from the zone, I was born and raised off Plymouth road Doing bitches bold, you fuck with who? I heard that nigga told You ain't never slid, rapping bout she you ain't never did [Verse 3: Rio Da Young OG] I'm in Detroit by myself with a forty on me and a .40 on me Bet a nigga won't take nothing from me A nigga tried to rob me then he died, story over 6.2 super charged motor extra blower on it Aye Jonboi lace me up I need a beat pack Pop a nigga while he rapping we gon' keep that as a beat tag Car cost eighty racks ain't come with shit but a key pad Drunk a twelve and took a couple 30s went to sleep fast I'm a Flint nigga but I'm certified on the East Side And the West Side, thirty hanging out the TEC-9 You be kissing all yo' hoes in the mouth, I don't respect mine You ain't caught a body yet and I just caught a nigga slipping it's the seventh time [Verse 4: Eastside Reup] I'm in the zone with all killers wish you would try me I run the mob, niggas look at me like John Gotti What's in my bag? Bitch I got like 20 bands probably This dog neat but I keep all of my rolls sloppy I'm lowkey off in this rental, let your hoe top me Don't play about this cheese, nigga I want all the brocoli I'm in my bag, heavy pressed, can't let a nigga stop me I turn around for fast money now the feds watching 'Bout a hundred in this room when its me and Ri Add another two when you add Jonboi and D I switched my style up five times, niggas still copy Add five lines in this pop this shit gon have me knocking
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DamJonboi Big SB, you hear me? Gang What up D? Aye T fuck these niggas It's up there [Verse 1: DamjonBoi] Niggas talking down on gang, get his life took Get his wife fucked, heard you out here with your ice tucked I ain't never had shit for real that's why I like to brag In the set by myself with twenty in a Nike bag Nigga don't ask me 'bout to no hoes 'cause I'ma hoe you On some real I'm up a hunnid' I can show you Nigga look at the D the wrong way somebody gon' blow you I could tell you boys ain't stacking, let me show you Got a phone call, I heard them boys want war It's gonna be kinda easy, all them niggas poor Fell in love with chop strapped the drum on that bitch Big crib with a Mercedes parked in front of that bitch [Verse 2: FMB Dz] Hold on, who these niggas said they speaking on? Get 'em peter rolled, in the coupe with my wife beater on Bitches hitting the phone negging me that jit won't leave me alone You looking for a loan, I got work bitch I could put you on You looking for some bow's, pull yourself bitch I might drop a load Brody from the zone, I was born and raised off Plymouth road Doing bitches bold, you fuck with who? I heard that nigga told You ain't never slid, rapping bout she you ain't never did [Verse 3: Rio Da Young OG] I'm in Detroit by myself with a forty on me and a .40 on me Bet a nigga won't take nothing from me A nigga tried to rob me then he died, story over 6.2 super charged motor extra blower on it Aye Jonboi lace me up I need a beat pack Pop a nigga while he rapping we gon' keep that as a beat tag Car cost eighty racks ain't come with shit but a key pad Drunk a twelve and took a couple 30s went to sleep fast I'm a Flint nigga but I'm certified on the East Side And the West Side, thirty hanging out the TEC-9 You be kissing all yo' hoes in the mouth, I don't respect mine You ain't caught a body yet and I just caught a nigga slipping it's the seventh time [Verse 4: Eastside Reup] I'm in the zone with all killers wish you would try me I run the mob, niggas look at me like John Gotti What's in my bag? Bitch I got like 20 bands probably This dog neat but I keep all of my rolls sloppy I'm lowkey off in this rental, let your hoe top me Don't play about this cheese, nigga I want all the brocoli I'm in my bag, heavy pressed, can't let a nigga stop me I turn around for fast money now the feds watching 'Bout a hundred in this room when its me and Ri Add another two when you add Jonboi and D I switched my style up five times, niggas still copy Add five lines in this pop this shit gon have me knocking
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