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roll his homie in wood take his bike just like I'm shug , he try to play I wish he would , roll up in a cigar try to run didn't go to far , Hilo tips ate up his back my nigga Brian pulled out the mack , to much money it look like racks , say you u my homie but talk behind my back , that one reason I don't trust these nigga only trust my fucking pistol, nigga get disrespectful I'm gone have his ass missing, then dumb his body in the river have him swimming the fishes, clean him up just like so dish, got them 7.62 it gone knock him out his put his ass up on that news , hit that nigga in his temple to much shots it look like dimples, he don't want smoke I'm gone leave him crippled botch