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Niggas really need to keep they fuckin mouth shut Cause talkin really ain't gon get your fuckin clout up Worst thing you could ever do is doubt us Got these bullets and they connecting like wifi routers Ain't nobody payin you to talk a lot So keep it quiet and posted up in the parking spot The six side where it's cold out and dark a lot I got the choppa the whoppa it like to bark a lot Look out for coppers and stalkers they like to hang around Them crime stopper are opper them sirens rang aloud It's flip no floppier my money proper just bagging pounds This body dropper with scope on top of make bangin sounds Bodies dropping left and right my mama hasn't slept a night Writing down the body count until there's nothing left to right You don't know the pain inside you taken 4 I'm taking 9 You was just the one body left just to make a dime Seem too many brothers died way too many mothers cry Way too many homicides I swear to God I'm traumatized Every day the same shit watch out who you hang with Just because it's gang shit don't mean that they gon bang shit I get the pump and then click and clack and then get to dumpin These niggas yapping no chittin chatin endin discussions Online they talkin shit And I'm smelling something Glock nine extended dick the way that shit just get to bussin We ain't the transit but I'll show you how to bus niggas If you ain't really with the action you can't fuck with us You say you in the cut nigga what scissors You say you save a bucks nigga what figures Loyal to the family that's the fucking definition People always do the most for some recognition People always do the most for some content That's the type of shit to get your fucking mind picked I ain't into all of the beef shit If a nigga want smoke aint no point in a sneak diss If a nigga got jokes Kevin Hart I'm a speak it And if it's a bitch getting soaked im the nigga that freaked it Lil nigga Bodies dropping left and right my mama hasn't slept a night Writing down the body count until there's nothing left to right You don't know the pain inside you taken 4 I'm taking 9 You was just the one body left just to make a dime Seem too many brothers died way too many mothers cry Way too many homicides I swear to God I'm traumatized Every day the same shit watch out who you hang with Just because it's gang shit don't mean that they gon bang shit Same old this and same old that Niggas boppin to the same old tracks Niggas talking but they say no facts Shorty better get to walkin if there ain't no ass Same old shit in the same old whip Niggas still be steady rocking in the same old bitch Do the same old tricks on the same old dick Probably Pop a nigga with the same old stick These niggas dissin just wait a minute there's something missing The smell of fishing inside the kitchen just keep your distance Ain't no risking inside the prison the way I'm living This track was written revised ready and now im spitting I told you want I'll tell you twice you need yours like I need mine If I have to tell you twice I'm on your head like white on rice Major racks ain't nothing nice Y DC might jack your ice Gazamon up in the building pressing niggas what's the price Bodies dropping left and right my mama hasn't slept a night Writing down the body count until there's nothing left to right You don't know the pain inside you taken 4 I'm taking 9 You was just the one body left just to make a dime Seem too many brothers died way too many mothers cry Way too many homicides I swear to God I'm traumatized Every day the same shit watch out who you hang with Just because it's gang shit don't mean that they gon bang shit Niggas babysit they beats I murder my shit Aint heard of this shit T.Swiggy Up up in this bitch