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Ay A way you get me That way ha AGB shit Free my nigga armed response 100 times Free hitman Trust me Fuck all the opps Fuck the jareers I chinged these black ops Splashed man's headtop zombie dead opps No respawn when gang turn hearts off Got Dotts opp block tryna revive opps Bro beat corn try take mans hat off Instant Kill cah he died on that spot Back off, you can get splashed up then bleed out Regretting that day then dash off I'm stuck in this modern warfare This ain't a game like CoD Niggas wan kill me, stop my kill streak 1 more K, it's a UAV Two ZK's SS and me 3 S.A.Vs in the suv BA my g just pass that 4's Now I'm in the 5 with 6 on me Ride with 7's, Yevz gon get him Shoutout Blitz he a trait A legend Bro had a baby and raised it well Don't slip get hit with a 9 mil shell Got caught so I was in court Not tryna get caught in the lies I tell Oh well, pigs tried but didn't prevail 10 couldn't agree and I left that jail It's cray how everything played out Same place we used to play run outs Is same place his chest got dug out Same place I was telling you play out Is the same place I'm telling you come out They started to hide at night So we started to glide broad day when the sun out A string of attacks got opps on ropes I'm billing a pack it's Miz or Culps Everything black and my hood down low I'm the grim reaper from Agar Grove Active Gang know anything goes We tape of roads, AG take souls Active Gang know anything goes We tape of roads, AG take souls Call my hitlist blacklist Cah jareers there I'm tryna get K'd Samurai sword like sensei Me and my shooter red and dembe I'm keen for Elizabeth get paid We beat shots then come back the next day Taped off main roads, back roads, estates Which one? Two got left with red tape Rassed them, we do drills go ask them They gotta say his name in past tense See opps and I can't go past them Jump out, splash man's wig or clart him I love to ching but bro loves blasting Aim it, throw up a P you're a target Headshot ching now squeeze retarded Chestshot ching got culps in a casket Throw up a P in your IG pic I'll tap that twice tryna get that heart They jump in DM's, we jump in stolen BM's Bite whenever they bark got chinged while peddling past got chinged outside of his yard got left by 10 of his dargs Got stretched, we done toured Cres and the park We done toured Cres and the park It's cray how everything played out Same place we used to play run outs Is same place his chest got dug out Same place I was telling you play out Is the same place I'm telling you come out They started to hide at night So we started to glide broad day when the sun out A string of attacks got opps on ropes I'm billing a pack it's Miz or Culps Everything black and my hood down low I'm the grim reaper from Agar Grove Active Gang know anything goes We tape of roads, AG take souls Active Gang know anything goes We tape of roads, AG take souls AG, AG, AG, AG A shit Fuck the 5th Fuck Cres Fuck Cumbo Get me, fuck all their dead homies Smoking on them Gang shit
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