ay, 207, gang gang gang. yo, hold up.
ay back to the flow everybody drop to the floor whip a Mac out everybody stop stand still frozen like you bought 50 hunded on my neck now you broken no one telling me to stop my flow it's so broke acting crazy wit yo glock gonna have to pull up on yo block flashing off these 40's your whip be lookin too sporty. these shots ring out on yo street but got no beef cause no one telling me. it is what it is but if I can't feel some things imma have to pop two percs. skrt skrt blurt yuh I don't really hurt taken two shots imma have to take em first. you a real g you will die for me, can't deny me. acting crazy on these streets fuck the ops I speak. I ain't really tell someone how I felt about them till I hurt them first. out of courtesy and honesty my prodigy say that we don't gotta be, but with my boys you just gotta see we shouting on these streets let everyone see us let em know who bringing the new purge to your neighborhood it occured but it hurt. first thing I see is blood out on them streets, remembering all my day dreams like it was a fucking faygo dream all I can sip is lean i don't gotta be mean lemme know when I seem to be before I gotta busta couple caps in a machine he running no one hear him crying but he dying trying to fight the pain but he lying I just wanna deny it but when you gotta 40 on yo waist gotta remember leave them displaced. mother fuckers are so two faced ready to embrace my grave shawty wanna see a race imma pull up in a wraith. on my rainy days boy gonna pull up and a Mac to yo face damn guess that's my fate issa date can we all create some mother fucking trait ain't gonna share my plate boy gonna get a couple rounds in his dome come up on you leave you helpless senseless jealous oh damn I just fucked your thot pulling up with my rari issa scary sight pop out on you catch em by surprise. I just wrote a riddle for your death issa mess couldn't even finesse ran his pockets surrounded by darkness. ay gang gang
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ay, 207, gang gang gang. yo, hold up. ay back to the flow everybody drop to the floor whip a Mac out everybody stop stand still frozen like you bought 50 hunded on my neck now you broken no one telling me to stop my flow it's so broke acting crazy wit yo glock gonna have to pull up on yo block flashing off these 40's your whip be lookin too sporty. these shots ring out on yo street but got no beef cause no one telling me. it is what it is but if I can't feel some things imma have to pop two percs. skrt skrt blurt yuh I don't really hurt taken two shots imma have to take em first. you a real g you will die for me, can't deny me. acting crazy on these streets fuck the ops I speak. I ain't really tell someone how I felt about them till I hurt them first. out of courtesy and honesty my prodigy say that we don't gotta be, but with my boys you just gotta see we shouting on these streets let everyone see us let em know who bringing the new purge to your neighborhood it occured but it hurt. first thing I see is blood out on them streets, remembering all my day dreams like it was a fucking faygo dream all I can sip is lean i don't gotta be mean lemme know when I seem to be before I gotta busta couple caps in a machine he running no one hear him crying but he dying trying to fight the pain but he lying I just wanna deny it but when you gotta 40 on yo waist gotta remember leave them displaced. mother fuckers are so two faced ready to embrace my grave shawty wanna see a race imma pull up in a wraith. on my rainy days boy gonna pull up and a Mac to yo face damn guess that's my fate issa date can we all create some mother fucking trait ain't gonna share my plate boy gonna get a couple rounds in his dome come up on you leave you helpless senseless jealous oh damn I just fucked your thot pulling up with my rari issa scary sight pop out on you catch em by surprise. I just wrote a riddle for your death issa mess couldn't even finesse ran his pockets surrounded by darkness. ay gang gang