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This shit off the top man
Like every other track, yeah, yeah yeah, huh
Young D-boy
We making money
We coming where you stay
My brodie just freed
Back in the drug game
Make money, could catch us in your state
I'm cold heart savage
Your nigga I ain't having it
All on the block in the finest shit
Them youngin's they crazy
Can't manage 'em
Don't start it if you can't handle it
And we them youngin's
Who made shooting a habit
Yeah Southway
Wrap that boy up
We love gunplay
Posted, we posted by front gate
About seventeen straps on front page
Niggas they bitch call 911
One shot gon' send 'em to heaven for real
Stuck on my mind wake up to kill
Was hungry and needed a meal
And you wasn't there this is real life
Can't trust nobody
Told me 100 lies
We live onna Jane my lil brodie
Can't think right
Dived in real deep I couldn't sit tight
He lucky, he woulda been died
Off 2 percs swear I have frog eyes
He gon' get used to them news articles, mhm
Yeah Southside
We ain't gon' sleep till the opps die
I seen lotta pain in my dawg's eyes
We go through some pain
But we all ride
Yeah this is the street life
Yeah momma can't think right
Whole lotta funerals
Not lotta graduations for real
Uh you know where your bitch at
Come find her
My dumbass gon' shoot if they switch sides
Swear to God they gimme bitch vibes
Nah for real had to get it
Pots dope I'mma just cool
In the kitchen
Fat ass lil hoe
She be doing the dishes
Young D-boy
We making money
We coming where you stay
My brodie just freed
Back in the drug game
Make money, could catch us in your state
I'm cold heart savage
Your nigga I ain't having it
All on the block in the finest shit
Them youngin's they crazy
Can't manage 'em
Don't start it if you can't handle it
And we them youngin's
Who made shooting a habit
Yeah Southway
Wrap that boy up
We love gunplay
Posted, we posted by front gate
About seventeen straps on front page
Niggas they bitch call 911
One shot gon' send 'em to heaven for real
Stuck on my mind wake up to kill
Was hungry and needed a meal
Writer(s): Unknown Unknown, Cr Beats
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